I was slow on the uptake and didn’t, for one moment, think that she so desperately wanted me to touch her. How naïve was that?I slowly came to real...se, that with our passion swelling, Aronwen wanted more. Much more. Her body was swelling with lust, and she pushed herself into me with every opportunity. I, once more, let my hand wander downwards until I felt her thigh under her skirt; just above her knee. I started to lift my hand upwards; unsure of what I would do when I reached the top. I. It was so incredibly different from anything else I had felt. With lots of time and patience she continually added fingers until she had three embedded deep within my depths. Grunts and profanities were flying out of my mouth like a cheap whore, I couldn't stop sliding back against her fingers, causing the swollen cock within me to jump. I wanted and needed more within my back entrance.Suddenly her fingers were pulled away and I gasped, immediately whining at the loss. I was on the verge of. Back then I wasn't called Lulu, there was no Lulu. I was Louise; a nineteen year old runaway getting by from moving from town to town, taking whatever I could and then moving onto the next. My good looks and quick mind were enough to fool even the most cynical into believing that I was somebody they could trust. In a couple of weeks I could strip a village of most of its disposable income and move onto the next before anyone even arose suspicion. It was a perfect life of crime and in a country. They seem to get along almost too well at times, but then after my last weekend who would I be to judge. Anyway, to make a long story short, one of my grand daughters wasn’t feeling good and needed a place to stay. Without asking any further I said it was cool and that they could drop her by the house on their way to the lake. They knew I’d be home just after five and that would only have her out in the woods alone for about an hour. My daughter agreed and we hung up. After I was on the road to.