My eyes were wide open and my mind was racing, trying to predict what she was going to do. I knew that she was too much of an exhibitionist to just li... there and tan. Some sort of performance was bound to come.And sure enough, she soon leaned over to one side, removed a small bottle from her beach bag, and began to cover her pale skin with suntan lotion. Her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her arms, her shoulders. She took her time and I waited patiently, knowing that eventually she’d have to. He was big, much bigger than she was used to, reaching long-neglected parts inside her, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, encouraging her to open, to flower into the desirable woman she'd so long-forgotten. A hint of pain began to set in again and she squeezed her nipple between her fingers, rolling it and pulling it as her other hand continued its wonderful assault on her aching, swollen clit. Her body began to tingle and she could feel tingling waves cancel out the pain, her. Now he understood why women Ann's age wherecalled cougars. She strode across the room like a cat on the hunt, andJack knew he was the prey. Ann sat down and crossed her legs. Sheinwardly relished the feel of her creamy bare skin touching her pookiefor the first time that night. It was a naughty thrill, one she hadn'tcultivated in a long time. As a part-time crossdresser she used to lovepassing and knowing that no one suspected her pookie. Now, not even Jackknew she was "commando." She. How did I get here?" Corky stammered."Well, you must have been quite exhausted from your travels last night. After you fell asleep, the girls helped me put you to bed in your new room. Isn't it lovely? East-facing windows make a room so cheery, don't you find?" I fell asleep in the middle of, of, of being violated!?"Was that an actual blush that stole across the widow's delicate features? "Well, when you were indulging me last night (a task for which you show impressive aptitude, might I add),.