"Why not?" she asked."Too embarrassed, I guess," I shrugged.She shook her head in disbelief."All those clothes, and you never wear them out..." she mu...tered.For a couple of seconds, she stared into some distant space, thensuddenly snapped back into the room."Right, this is what we'll do," she said, taking an usb drive from herpurse and copying all of my, until now secret stories on it, "I'll givethese a look over. Do you have any hard copies, by the way?"I went to my bedroom and brought her. As soon as she closed the door Helen rushed to the toilet pulled up her skirt, ripped off her soaked pants and started fingering her big fat hairy cunt. Playing with her thick clit, she began to cum and as she did so it spontaneously released a massive squirt of piss. Andrew had got her so worked up displaying his hard cock she’d had to restrain herself from fucking him there and then.Getting ready The next day, she thought a lot about what to wear. Looking at her naked self in the mirror,. I held on and Prayed to my God that I would not be turned turtle.My Prayer was answered, and once past the reef or bar, whatever the underwater obstruction had heaped the seas so high, the water calmed, and flattened to the point that I suspected I was no longer at sea, but rather heading up a broad river. The wind and tide carried me eastward, and as the day wore on I could glimpse on either side wooded hills through the rain, mist, and fog.My forward motion slackened with the wind, and I. Ass in the air, she spread more juices through the soft, blonde hairs, and then plunged two fingers in deep."Oh, fuck your little cum-slut, Willy! Shove your willy into my tight hole deep!"Her fingers were thrusting in and out, in and out, her hips making wide, circular motions as she ground her whole pussy against her hand, her thumb working in tandem to bring her swollen, dripping need to climax."Ahhh... ahhh... oh god, Willy, fuck me... fuck me..."Her scent hung in the air like the mist of.