I hailed a cab, paid the driver, saw her off, and walked home. We spoke by phone during the week and met again the next Saturday, this time for lunch... followed by another walk along the Charles River. We sat along the river bank and Ann told me the above two stories. She also asked some pointed and personal questions. How many women had I had sex with? Had I ever been involved in a threesome or more? What was my favorite position? Had I ever done anal? I also asked her questions, which she. Their once friendly banter now thick with sexual need.Their relationship took a unexpected turn about a month ago. He casually asked for her address, claiming he wanted to send her something. That simple question made her hands shake, and made her heart race even faster. She reached into her inner depths and found the trust to give him what he sought. Being able to trust someone again with such ease surprised her. It made her heart soar to realize her ability to trust had been restored. It was. My wrist got grabbed, Ooo! Someone put my hand on his bare cock! Oh! Uhh, my tits! I like that twisty motion! Ooo, yes! This one grabbed my chin, he wants a kiss, yes, mmm, tongue, twirl, twirl! My shorts are coming down! Oh, my thong is coming down! Step out of them, there, that’s better. Ahh, someone kicked my right ankle! Yes, widen my stance, okay. Ooo! Oh, oh, my pussy’s getting fingered hard! Nnn! That’s three fingers. Ouch, he needs a manicure. So rough! Uhh-huh! Mmm, now he’s blowing on. We both liked the Wild Cherry Brandy better than the Blackberry Brandy but it was all real good. The three shots we drank were making us light headed.I yawned and pulled my T-shirt over my head, took off my pants, and laid on top of my sleeping bag in just my underwear. I looked over at Stacey and watched her pull her T-shirt up over her head revealing her bra. Then she pulled her pants down revealing her panties. Then she decided that she needed to pee. So did I. So we got out and walked.