When we get to the spot I have chosen it is a beautiful meadow with soft grass and a beautiful view, I climb off then pick you up, you wrap your legs ...round my waist and arms around my neck, my dick is pressing against your pussy lips making you want me more, I lay you down under a tree and lie next to you as I kiss you, we work each other’s shirts off and roll around on each other wrestling, I undo your bra and reveal your beautiful tits, I kiss each nipple softly, you start working my pants. It was so exciting to feel I was breaking a taboo by being with a man thirty-five years older than me, and at the same time feeling worthless, as if I could never go back to normal things in life. It was all so deliciously horrible — if you can understand that? I kept saying to myself this guy's ten years older than your dad, Caz. And all the time I was getting him more and more excited until his breathing was almost like a runner after a race. I thought oh, god, please don't let him have a. But staring at me on the sly! A fucking piece-of-shit voyeur! Peeping on me when you had no right, no invitation, just taking what you wanted, watching me like a public show. Typical entitled white asshole ruling the roost like some half-bit cock of the walk, think because I’m a lousy Chinese woman my privacy and my choice are nothing, that you can just ogle my body like a fucking toy.”I goggled at her. “But…”“You think I have a thing for you anymore?” She laughed coldly. “You used me, so I. ”“We can’t go to breakfast smelling like this. Let’s take a quick shower.” She slid off the bed to stretch. “What time is your mom coming?”“Nine.” I slid my legs off the edge of the bed and pushed myself up. I glanced at the bedside alarm clock that read 7:45. “We’ve got plenty of time.”Her room had a small, private bathroom with a shower. We barely fit in together but I didn’t mind the squeeze. After we dried off, I put on panties, shorts, and a loose t-shirt so I could go without a bra. Sam.