“No, I can’t.” he growls. “You better just move so I can concentrate.”Marian goes back to mowing without another word. Alan makes no pretens... of not watching her. The shirt and shorts are soaked and clinging to every curve. Occasionally, the shorts ride into the crack of her ass. She reaches back each time and pulls them out. For whatever reason, watching her soaking wet with sweat mowing her lawn has aroused him big time. Alan like his women dirty only in their minds, not their bodies. The. I softly squeezed and caressed her beautiful tit and then manipulated her nipple. It was hard and standing out proudly. She moaned into my mouth as I felt one then the other breast. I moved my other hand down over her hot body towards her hot pussy. I found that she had shaved most of her hair above her pussy lips leaving just a small patch. I moved my hand down and over her pussy and rubbed it over her mound. Diane arched her back and moaned louder as we continued to kiss passionately. Her. I searched for him not able to find him as I went to Nan asking where granddad was she told me he had gone out all day not being home till later, asking me why I explained I wanted to have lunch with Adam but would only be if granddad said he could have time off, Nan suggested why don't you have it in a barn away from the house so you’re not disturbed, I run back and told Adam and he said he would be finished in about 15 mins, I shot off and made some lunch rushed up stairs changed into a see. She was a changed woman. Her husband had changed her on that night a month past. She felt liberated. Unburdened by convention and free of thought; no matter how wanton. And it was her dearest husband who had taken and led her to be so. Her resistance had been born of upbringing and propriety which, in those twilight hours, he had stripped away leaving her a slave not only to his desires but, more importantly, to her own. She closed her eyes and let those desires wash over her in waves of.