The smell of gardenias and jasmine was a heady combination and it permeated on the morning air… the breeze so very gentle and stirring her to memori...s of days gone by. She was still a very beautiful woman well into her late seventies… with that classic beauty that defies gravity and time. Her face was somber as she reflected on the love that she still dreamed of at nights… the one that would cause her to awake with tears streaming down her cheeks… She closed her eyes and thought of that night. A thousand questions swirled in my mind. Where did Izzy come from? Did she live here in this same town? How did she know Lupe?I suddenly thought I should have offered to try to open Izzy’s broken umbrella for her, that she was going to get drenched on her way back to ‘hubby’. But at the time my mind was a blur, and couldn’t quite take in the events of the afternoon. But perhaps the ‘broken’ umbrella had just been a ruse, too, so she could show off her perfect big rack and tease me further.I. She wasn't sure what was happening until she felt his tongue stab into her sopping cunt, causing her body to come to life instantly."Yes!" she cried, her back arching as her father's tongue stabbed up inside of her cunt, forcing the lips of it apart. "Yes, Daddy, do it! Suck my pussy, suck it dry! I love it, and I love you so much!"Her father's hands lifted her ass and she spread her legs as wide apart as she could to allow him greater access to her cunt, which seemed to be on fire. His tongue. He opened the door for her and helped her up inside the big vehicle.Jesse got in and they drove away. Marie turned the radio on and listened to soft music. She leaned back in her seat and hummed along with the music. The day was perfect. She felt better inside until...They were five minutes down the freeway when she yelled, "Stop!"Jesse whipped over to the side of the outside lane and stopped. "What? What's wrong?" He looked around for a threat.Marie did not answer. She opened the car door,.