In the next two aisles he was notable by his absence, perhaps he'd gone...but no by the milk section I saw him, his eyes steadfastly fixed on me as I ...pproached. I averted my gaze, my mouth was feeling dry. Was I being stupid, I was a 53yo woman , I'd seen men of every conceivable age, been intimate with them, why was this one man bothering me so much?Hurrying on I finished my shop, the mystery man stood and watched as I picked some frozen items, his eyes focussed on my boobs as I bought my. , k**, just relax. Don't struggle and don't try to pull away. I'm not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, I'm going to make you feel really good. But that's only if you cooperate. We're still a long ways from your home, and I could dump you out here in the middle of nowhere if I felt like it. Think how tough it would be to catch another ride out here."He was right. I stayed still and thought about what he'd said. Meanwhile, he loosened his grip slightly, and I could feel my cock responding. We sent out 200 invitations, everyone replied saying theywould come.But of course the one aspect of planning my wedding I was most excitedabout was choosing my wedding dress. Olivia and I took a long weekendand travelled into London by train, booking ourselves into a hotel fortwo nights. We had done plenty of research beforehand and had madeappointments at half a dozen bridal shops, we had also pencilling inseveral more shops we intended to turn up at unannounced, if we had thetime. I had the. I saw her burnt, tormented. I felt my own guilty pleasure. I listened for her. I raised the flap to the cellar steps and heard nothing.Once, the stertorous sound of her breathing. It wasn't yet light when I finally warmed some more broth and went down toher with a candle. She was awake, and listening for me. She lay on the cushions,her head on her right arm, neither shy nor brazen. I could see she wasn't afraid,and for that I was glad. I knelt and poked at the remnants of the fire. Shetook.