More than anything I wanted to reach out and hold her at that moment, but I dared not. I held back, fearing to offend her, that my "lechery" would be ...iscovered.Eventually of course, our passion for each other was bound to break through our best efforts to hide it. Our feelings for each other finally became stronger than our mutual fears of being rejected. Claire, it turns out, was as scared as I. A 44 year age difference after all, does give one cause for caution.Naturally enough it began over. I rode him frantically until theseemingly endless rivers of climactic bliss finally began to subside.At his urging I flipped around, staying on top but facing away fromhim in reverse cowgirl. I put my arms behind me for support andstarted bouncing up and down on him that way as he played with my titsand clit. My strong legs pumped as I drove down onto his shaft. Asecond, climax, nearly as good as the first rippled through me. Whenmy orgasm was ebbing away I climbed off of Frank and knelt in. I was not allowed to clean my body, I was dressed back into my tracksuit and told to leave the zip on the top open and walk home with all the cum dripping down my face and running over my body.I got halfway up the road when I noticed the old lady from the shop sitting in the front window of a bungalow looking out at me, she stood and called me over towards her by waving her arms.I panicked and didn't know what I should do, should I run for home and hope she didn't know where I lived, or should. My head hurt. I was lying down and had just woken up. My eyes were still closed but I could see red through my eyelids. I put my hand over my eyes and cautiously opened them, pulling my hand away as I got used to the light. It wasn't anything highly unusual, it was just a really sunny day. The sky was bluer than I'd ever seen it with some fluffy white clouds scattered around. There was no sign of the black clouds which were the last thing I could remember.It occurred to me that I was lying on.