After all, my cunt was not as tight fitting as it used to be when I was younger. I was 50 years old, and had been around the block a bit during my tim.... I'd been married and divorced 3 times – and to be honest each divorce was my fault entirely – I'd whored myself around quite a bit and acted like a total slut. I'd slept with numerous men and had always been pretty adventurous sexually. I had tried and enjoyed most things – but staying faithful was not something I was good at. So you can. Of course I just cowered behind my curtain, hardly daring to move or breathe. But of course, she could see me there - it even crossed my mind that maybe she'd known all along that I'd been watching her love herself all the way to orgasm; perhaps it had all been a deliberate show just for me - to this day I'm still not sure, though I have to say she had clearly already started loving herself before I ever first caught sight of her there.Anyway, whatever the truth of it all, I suddenly realised. . or at least the pretense of it.“She’s a killer,” repeated the beauty.“She didn’t get murdered,” said Anna Wilson. Anna ... such a mundane name. Her father was the developer of the number one ski resort in Jackson Hole.“She’s a KILLER.”She was just loud enough that I heard her say it. So far it had been innuendo and whisper in the corner with silence when I walked by.Stepping up to the plate I took a swing at her fast pitch. “You have a problem with that?” I asked.“Yes, I do ... you took a. I wasn’t sure what I was doing but it felt soo good, i had a huge crush on you and still do, so it felt like you were the perfect person to express myself with.Thank you for being the daddy that I needed, I loved being told what to do and how to do it. The way you took my hand and helped me loosen your belt, then had me pull your pants down while you were laying on my brother’s bed and had me kneeling in front on you. You were so gentle with me and you knew I was scared and nervous, you were.