I can remember looking into his grey eyes and wondering if he liked doing this, but his face was expressionless, as he felt my tummy for tightness, pu...hing and prodding. ‘Let’s see what we have down here’? He was talking to himself as he undid the small bow on the cord that held my pyjama bottoms, and opened them up to reveal my hairless pubis mound. Exposed his eyes widened, ‘Very pretty’, he exclaimed, as his fingers ran from my belly button down to my clitoris. He put his finger into his. I spot them. Middle class couple. Nice looking. Tanned, healthy and well to do. Husband and wife in their, umm ... mid to late 40's. No positive body language. Probably hadn't had sex in a month ... if that. I strike up a conversation. I lean over to tie my laces, making sure he can see my breasts hanging down in my bra. I look up and his tongue is hanging out. It's so easy with men it doesn't seem fair. But it's her I need. She's the key.I love what you're wearing. Your hair looks great. Do. He slowly pushed further into her tight, hungry little cunt and felt it suck him in. In all his years he'd never had such a steaming hot gash. He watched her eyes roll back into her head as, with one swift thrust, he slammed his cock fully deep inside her. He sneered as he began a slow, rhythmic motion; all the way in, then almost all the way out. He steadily held this movement for a few minutes, all the while reminding her that she was his whore, his slimy little cunt, his wet little fuck. "Jesus dude. You look like you're going to shit yourself. I didn't mean to scare the hell out of you. I was just having a twisted kind of conversation with you. Sorry. Didn't mean to freak you out," Ally said."Yeah. I like you. I look at you when you come over. I've seen you in those damn bathing suits that you wear. The short shorts that you wear. And here I am, looking at you, staring into your damn eyes, a girl that's more than half my age. One of my step-daughter's friends. Saying shit that.