It splashed against her bare feet, surprisingly warm, and ran down the roof away from her, soaking into the shingles as it went. Her eyes lifted again...to the sunrise, which in another mood she might have considered a beautiful promise of a fresh new day. The tiny flame in her hand seemed more promising to her at the moment. She crouched down and touched it to the wet spot at her feet and it caught, dancing licks of pale blue chasing each other down the roof in the direction the liquid had run.. He began pounding into me, deep and hard. I cried out and tried to muffle them with a pillow. T was grunting and fucking me hard and fast when I heard him, breath in sharply and say, "ah, ah, ahhh" and I knew he was filling my hole with his semen. It felt incredible as spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum shot into me. I loved the feeling and I loved that he came inside me. I loved that I could make him cum inside me! He stayed motionless, his huge cock still deep inside me as his orgasm. One night after work he went home. After shutting off his computer much later, he still could not get her off his mind. He had this attraction to mature women. They had a kind of beauty hidden inside, they were seductive but very comfortable in their bodies. With thoughts of her becoming more than a stranger, he fell asleep dreaming of Sharleen. He dreamt that she went with him to a friend's game farm. They were in the same chalet but different rooms, for obvious reasons. One evening after. The girl was side on to him and perfectly framed in that gap. She was still busy and had obviously already forgotten he was there. It was the first time he’d seen her legs. One of them, anyway.She was side-on to him. Her skirt had ridden up a bit and he saw the leg was very long and very shapely. Half way up her thigh he could see the button and clip of her suspender belt at the top of the black denier stocking but from there the skirt prevented any more viewing. Still, she was hardly likely to.