She is trying her best not to notice the sensation she is feeling from the old mans rough tongue."Why does it feel like this?" she wonders.She grabs t...e sheets and gribs them tightly. The old man begins to notice........"I think you like what i'm doing to this little pussy of yours.Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?" Sarah shakes her head no.He smirks and continues to make her little cunt sing from pleasure.It was all to much for her to take. Here is this nasty old hermit of a man. He knew it, he even admitted it to himself, but he didn't care. It made him happy and kept his life from being a completely humdrum existence. Also, it gave him that vital means of connection and communication with other human beings that all people need, whether they admit it or not.His only other connection with the outside world came, rather unexpectedly, from his next-door neighbor, Monica Delamater. Derek had always made it perfectly clear to his neighbors that he wasn't interested in. Naturally being a woman I certainly didn't comply with them. The deputies just figured I was being difficult and proceeded to spread my legs for me and do a complete frisk. The deputy behind me tossed my lineman helmet off my head onto the ground and started squeezing my arms and shoulders hard, looking for weapons or contraband. When he moved to my chest I started to resist and it took both of the deputies to hold me. In the struggle my mans plaid shirt became ripped. The deputy patted down my. "I could see the gears grinding as she assessed the tactics required to convince her mother to move from King County to Manatee Bay. I didn't rate her chances of success all that high - but stranger things have happened.As we walked past the clubhouse, I pointed out the front of the building. "The deck around the outdoor swimming and wading pools, like the deck around the indoor pool, is a strictly clothes-free area," I advised them. I indicated a little shack off to one side. One of my staff.