Every so often he would see her watching him through the kitchen door. It was dusk before she called him in from the kitchen stoop. Simon wiped the sw...at from his brow and collected his jacket from the fence, anxious for dinner.She moved his rucksack into the smaller bedroom and showed him where the shower was. Simon couldn't believe his luck as he stood under the hot shower. After scrubbing the grime off his skin, he stood dripping in the shower, his skin looking healthy and pink for a change.. After dinner I walked her back over to the Texaco station to check on her car. As we walked, Helen confessed her husband's sniping at her car was on the money. She was an accountant, a CPA actually, and the first nice thing she had purchased for herself was the BMW. After she married she invested almost all of her salary. Her husband was making far more than they needed for living expenses so she had indulged herself and had the little car rebuilt. It was a 'whole lot of fun to drive' and. From the way his jeans tightened, she could tell he was pleased and it made her feel sick. He slowly untied the sash to her satin robe, painstakingly so, and opened it so that the fabric fell on either side of her body, leaving her in only her short, silky nightgown. He ran his rough palm from her knee to the inside of her very inner thigh and she instinctively closed her legs together. He paused and contemplated the situation, then suddenly dug his fingers painfully into the muscles in her. It was two hours before they left the bedroom, two long horrible hours where he rubbed the warming lotion into her skin, spreading it over her entire body from her neck down to her knees. She was burning with desire and the tingling the lotion caused. Coating his fingers in the stuff he pressed it into her pussy and ass, fucking her with his digits as she writhed like a cat in heat. Two whole hours as he tortured her, fingering her, plucking at her nipples, even licking the strawberry flavored.