Still fully clothed myself, I imagined how the cool outdoor air must feel on her open skin. Pretty damn good, based on how hard her nipples were. As ... was thinking this, spreading my legs ever wider, she descended on me again. Gently she straddled me and pulled off my pants and underwear. As her hands moved up my body, I felt all the air go out of my body. Her pussy now hovered above my stomach. She unclasped my bra and when she saw the hairclip gripping tightly to my nipple, I felt her pussy. However, they are only used as backdrops for this tale, which is total fiction. Oh, and don’t forget to vote! ~~~~~~ My name is Michael Hayes, I’m six feet, four inches tall, I have dark brown hair and blue eyes, and I weigh roughly two hundred and fifty pounds. I was the only child my parents had, became a widower at twenty-eight and Jane, my late wife, had been gone for almost four years when all of what you are about to read took place. Chapter One Let me begin by telling you a little. "Where's the switch?" Cooper asked."You'll find it like you found the doorknob," Bud answered smugly.We stood and scanned the walls, trying to see it the way we'd seen the basement wall, but didn't find anything. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking down the tunnel. The tunnel ran in a straight line about a thousand feet and then stopped at another door."Another door?" I asked"Same deal as the first one," Bud answered, not surprising us at all."Okay then," I said, and Cooper and I began. Not exactly a teddy, right? But the sight of her breasts swaying back and forth as she scraped, and the bottom of her butt cheeks showing as she was bent over was getting to me.Her nipples were drawn and hard as a rock from bending over the cold freezer. Her tee had gotten a little wet, it was like a private wet t-shirt exhibition.She was 47 years old, a brunette with brown eyes, a dimpled chin, and a cute, upturned nose. Thanks to the gym, she had the same size butt she did when she was 21..