Spindly trees with branches that reminded me of skeleton arms.How long did I stand there? Urging my feet to move on. Eventually, I did.The woods weren...t like I remembered them. Step by step I dragged myselfalong the path. Fitfully glancing at both sides. This forest reminded menow of all the old fairy tales. Not those with happy ends that Disneysold us. More in tune with the brother Grimm's. Those who rarelyguaranteed a happy outcome.As the trees grew sparse I nearly turned around. The view was. “Of course.” I said. But I kept massaging down there the best I could. My thumbs rubbed up against the crotch of her panties and she said nothing. I did it again and pushed them a little further underneath the fabric, and she said nothing. And then finally, my thumbs traced over the top of her pubic hair underneath her fabric, and she still said nothing. I could not have been any harder and even noticed a little spot of pre-cum on my briefs. I decided to go for it. With one hand placed on her. Her big double bed was made with fresh, fragrant satin sheets. Her favorite pink toy lay on the bed next to her pillow. Her naked body felt fresh and relaxed after the long bubble bath she had taken and the glass of champagne she had drunk. She lay down on her soft bed and felt the luxuriant fabric cool against her warm skin. Her hands were already running over her warm soft skin, running slowly down her neck, fluttering over her supple breasts- the sensation causing her nipples to harden, down. I exclaimed and asked “No one! Why” She replied “I am from Switzerland and went to US as an exchange student. That is where I met my husband, Brad. We were High School sweethearts and he was the first and the only man who has ever touched me here or entered me. When Brad died, at first I did not want to do anything with any man. Then as time went by, I could never get courage to do it with any one.” “Then how come with me?” I asked. “You look just like Brad when he was your age” she replied.