He pinched my chunky nipples, some men love that, he was pulling me down to suck them, it was making him even harder, but it made my riding him a litt...e harder too. I rode him and worked him as best I could. I have bruises from the pinching and grasping. Now I had some control I wanted him to fuck me hard, I wanted to rub my increasingly wet cunt against his flabby belly, even though it repulsed me, it turned me on. I'd been on my knees in church an hour earlier and now I am riding this dirty. I walked in behind her, disappointed she was in a housecoat and not a tight pair of trousers like she usually wore, so I couldn't see her sexy round ass. I was always an ass man and I loved hers. Not small, but a lovely shape, just the way I liked asses. She already had two plates out , but to be honest the food was a little cold. She had said she was going to get something to drink, tea or coffee I presumed, but a piece of cold toast came flying out of my mouth when she turned around. She had. And every day -- until today -- I watch her from my own rental through a telescope I have purchased for viewing the stars, not my exotic, erotic neighbors.Today, however, I make the decision to act upon the lust that keeps me watching for her each day. I wait amongst the tumble of driftwood near the base of the cliffs, knowing that come noon she will appear. I do not hide: I am not a stalker. But I do not go to great lengths to ensure that I can be seen from the two long sets of stairs, a. Helen, are you okay?"She just comes over to me and gives me a big hug and says, "It's great to see you." I always see her younger than her 18 years because she has to wear the traditional Catholic School uniform of the white blouse, plaid jumper and the white knee socks, which I have to confess, it sort of turns me on a little. I think for all guys it does to a certain degree. Why the hell they still make them wear that knowing men fantasize about it is just weird.She looks at me and asks,.