She asked how does her stomach look sexy. I told her I don't know but it turned me on. So I asked if I may touch her stomach. She said ok, but that is...weird. I put my hand on her stomach and slid my hand down her pants. She grabbed my arm. I spun her around where her back was to me and I could slid my hand down more. She had no panties on. My cock got hard. She held on to my arm as I continue to slid down to her pussy. I felt some of her pussy, it was getting wet. I took my hand out and. She cried because of Matt's betrayal, because of the death of her only family she had her grandma, and mostly she cried because of Shane, how she left him twice without giving him any reasons. But what were her options, at least this time she left him a note. The note that she knew would break his heart just like it broke hers. But she had to, she couldn't leave him again without even saying something, it wasn't much what she'd wrote in the note but that was all she could say. Telling him the. ..I did not hear, slut....."Please...I...please..."The old one looked around, and his eyes stopped at a butter box (for bread)...he smiled....reached out. It was soft, half melted by the sun. He started to play, again, with your cunt. It was swollen and glistening. No need for butter there, I thought.He was good, this old man. You worked with him, and the younger one did loosen the grip. Your arms fell down to the ground, but you still lied there, in kind of a "muslim praying position", butt. . uh, it was just as I hoped it would be but I was just a tad worried that you might be in something too deep, something a little dangerous."She scoffed, "Oh Honey, you know that I wouldn't do anything like that. I can take care of myself and, anyway, what you couldn't know was that Shane was really in on the act and he was playing up to you. I might have had a little bit too much to drink but, believe me, I knew what I was doing and it helped knowing that you were at home getting yourself off.