The gal I turned it over to was Summer, probably late 40’s, single as I had learned in one of our chats and really well cared for. I would guess abo...t 5’3”, 105 pounds not beautiful face but nice and really big tits. She was friendly but not overly and as the afternoon and early evening wore on she seemed to loosen up a bit. When dinner time came it just happened I was counting out some money to give her so I asked if we could sit together if she had no other plans. She replied that would be. After four years of marriage he was drunk very often. One day Sondra just couldn’t take it any more, and replied with a knife. What should never have been anything more than a simple case of excessive self-defense, turned into murder; even if she had black eyes and broken ribs - and he had overweighed her by a hundred pounds.She was raped several times in prison, and once she got out she had been struggling to make her living. She was ‘only’ thirty-eight and not in her mid-forties as I had. " She was smiling at me. I looked at her hands holding the cup, remembering them twisting and pulling at my flesh. The pain she gave me had blocked out other, deeper wounds, and I found myself wanting that oblivion again. "I'm off tomorrow, if you want to do something. Maybe meet in the bar again late tonight?"I looked deep into her eyes, trying to find a reason to say no. She seemed oblivious to my pain, focused on her own desire and seeing me as a way to satisfy it. I felt like a tool she was. It had to be pushing out the front of his shorts, but he didn’t care.Mrs. Thorn set her glass down. Her eyes glanced down to his shorts.“Would you do me a favor?” she said.“Sure.”She handed him the bottle of cocoa butter lotion. “Would you put lotion on my back?”Without waiting for an answer, she straddled the reclining lawn chair and lay down on her belly. Ethan’s eyes opened wide. The strip of pink fabric on the back of the bikini bottom disappeared between the cheeks of her butt.“Go ahead,”.