You notice there are a few other people in this room; but you can't make out any faces. The music is playing loud enough to hear it, but not loud enou...h to keep you from talking. As you talk to this woman you start to notice that she is staring at you; looking you up and down. As she does, she starts to caress her thighs.When you notice she just smiles. You tell her she has a beautiful smile. She asks you if you have ever done this before. “Done what?” you ask. “Perfect,” she replies. She leans. Don't stop...ah".That moan acted as a encouragement to me as i sucked on her clit harder.Thanks to her juices I easily increased my fingering speed,she ached her back,rose her pelvis and almost shouted "ahhhh...".as Rachael had the first orgasm for the night.I licked on her clit for some more time before she calmed down. . I would never know and would never able to find out. It was sad, intensely sad, but then I relished sadness.The seasons changed, and soon autumn came and I found myself garbed in autumn fashions. A light brown miniskirt covered ribbed black tights which disappeared into my ankle-length boots. A black leather jacket and a fawn scarf complimented this attractive ensemble. As the tights were put on me I was turned upside down by the assistant, who handled me quite roughly this time. The tights. All of them. Every man that had had contact with her in her everyday life when she was old, had been seduced. Oh yes, her vagina burned with a manic craving for male penetration, but her mind ... her ego hungered to ... avenge herself on the ravages of age. All of the men had known who she was. And her sex appeal had been so great that any unease or trepidation had just been pushed aside.They had to have her! They HAD to have HER! It was a conquest, a victory of the sort she'd never dreamed.