When #2 was on mission, he was as good as it gets. It was only when the mission was being planned that he felt insecure and uncertain. Once the missio... was defined, he was steady and true.He had spent the last ten hours, since eight thirty that morning in the park. Sometimes he was feeding pigeons and squirels, sometimes he was reading a novel or newspaper, making sure he turned the pages regularly, sometimes he was people watching, and depending on his persona, watching men, women or children. It was to last for months and I just knew I would die if I couldn't see William for such an extended length of time. That was my father's plan, of course. William was a scoundrel, according to him. He hated William and his family, and had upon numerous occasions forbidden me to see him. He was beneath us, he used to say. Perhaps that was why I enjoyed William's company. I don't know. But I couldn't keep away. There was talk of sending me to a convent for a few years, but my mother was. She clamped down, squeezing her rectum around his engorged prodder. He groaned as fiery friction seared along every inch of his cock. Still he pulled outward until only the head of his prick remained entrenched within her. Then he pushed back in.She relaxed, letting her husband's stiff invasion drill up into the volcano-like heat of her bowels. So good, she thought, he feels so damn good. It was like having a man in her quim, but so deliciously different. She wondered about those men and women. So, she fantasized about Nicks young and virile body and it made her climax hard. El dried herself off she stood in front of her full-length mirror and took stock of the reflection. El kept in shape. She had always been athletic since she was a young girl. She has weighed from 110 to 120 lbs for 50 years which was lean or her 5’ 6” height. El let her hair go gray and longer from blonde and short after her husband's death. She had been a natural brunette most of her life. She had some wrinkles.