I could feel his movementsaround her. I could see how he forced other women, got rough and beatthem during sex, holding his hand over their mouths and...suddenly my bodyreacted. It was as if my body was off and then when I saw his thoughts itturned on. I felt my body like I had never felt it before, and then Ilooked at him."Hello," I heard myself say to him."Why hello." He looked me up and down. I could feel his eyes on me, but Icouldn't blame him.He asked what my name was and the conversation. Mary says:I didn’t consider myself a prude (although I’ve since realised that most people who knew me did) and I enjoyed the sex with Dan, sort of. I’d been brought up to believe sex was for procreation and to regard ‘sexy fun’ as ‘dirty.’Ha. If only Mother could see me now!Anyway, that night in bed I thought about it, and my mind went back to some Radio 4 programme I’d listened to some time back. About the changing behaviour of middle-aged women to sex, and how something fresh could brighten. My cock was meanwhile hardening at the view, and beginning to stand up, so I thought it would be best to turn over, onto my stomach, as I didn’t want to make a scene. But of course that only improved my view because by then I was looking right up between her legs, just a couple of metres away. She had tried two or three times to get the attention of her companion by stroking his back, but he didn’t seem interested. What a waste, I thought, such a pity! And then she had a gesture that I will. "Here, feel. They are awesome."A wry grin crosses Tori's face. She reaches out and brushes her fingers over the soft skin, thumbing a dusky nipple which peaks beneath her touch. "They're very nice," she replies agreeably, wondering how Trina got her -- and everyone else -- so well-trained when it comes to her birthweek.And every other day of the year.Trina inhales noisily at Tori's touch, her gaze turning sharp with pleasure. "Use your mouth," she whispers.Tori only thinks for a moment because.