Ed knocked on Jill's door and her mother answered. She kept herself inshape and Ed always found her attractive, but the woman that opened thedoor was ...tunning, made up and dressed more like a teenager than aforty year old woman."Um, is Jill home?" he asked. "Ed honey, where have you been? I haven'tseen you in months. Come in. Come in. Would you like a glass of icedtea?" Ed loved her tea and accepted. A few moments later she returnedwith the tea in a tall glass. He took a sip and thanked her.. He told me to flash him, and I did. I was facing the bar, the bar tender definitely saw, I did not notice if anyone else did. My heart was beating fast, I felt like a slut, but looking into his eyes, I didnt care his look said that I am his slut, and he wants people to know. He told me to do it again, but for longer. I did, and noticed our waitress saw me as she was bringing over our check. She was a cute brunette about my size, with bright blue eyes and a big, round ass for her frame. I was. The colour made her aquamarine eyes pop.At nineteen-years-old she was quite a beautiful young woman. She was also an athletic swimmer which was probably the reason her body was well toned. She was only five-foot-four, which made it easier for her to slice through the water quickly. She started applying lotion to her feet and up her smooth golden legs. She reached the top of her thighs and opened her legs to rub around the insides of her thighs. She massaged close to her hidden pussy.Up, she. Deciding that patience was indeed a virtue, I waited until the heat had gone down to a stage where my shields could cope before advancing carefully. There was, of course, no trace of where Oonagh had gone; everything was a fused mass creating an almost glassy surface which, at times, cracked loudly under my feet. Carefully looking around I could see four doorways, including the one I’d come through, and I moved over to them one by one and observed carefully for any signs of Oonagh’s passage.I.