I remembered that first encounter with vivid clarity and played it back in my mind many times. I could feel her stare on the back of my head. She watc...ed me paint; I was shirtless and only in shorts. Standing there at the wizened gate, she stared at me motionless.Her printed cotton dress flapped slightly in the sea breeze. It clung to her slim petite body as the wind pushed it against her. A floppy canvas hat rested at a jaunty angle with a single trestle of red hair loose over her forehead.. I can see why you were tempted." She's OK, but I like you a lot more," I grunted, straining to make her happy."Good boy," she murmured.She ended up making me happy too.I hadn't seen Hiram and his mini-harem for two months. I was a little worried about them. It was a combination of thinking that Gertie might be way too affectionate towards me, and of being a little nervous about what changes might have exploded in that household. Change isn't always comfortable, and I wasn't at all sure that. "Peggy, what do you want me to move?" I asked. "Move your tight ass over here and put some lotion on me." I knelt beside her, as best as I could with a 9-inch hard-on in my shorts, poured some lotion on her back and started rubbing it into her flesh. She groan. "Hmm, you do that so well," she said throatily. "Lower." I was rubbing the stuff into her shoulders and upper back and moved down to the small of her back. Even the little beads of sweat on her lower back turned me on. "Lower, Don," she. " A smile lit her face when we agreed. Riku, I realised, liked to have Roger in bed with her as a companion to cuddle and not just for his prick. Now, after the evening meal, we sat at a table outside where it was cooler and taking out my laptop showed her some of the pictures and began my story."I quickly found that the inmates were not the brutal raping men I had envisaged. Some of the guards were, but the others were respectful and treated us with care, almost love. My being a real woman.