It was still January, but the temperature was already in the high sixties, and expected to peak in the low seventies. I sat down on the one towel and ...onnie sat, Indian style, on hers."So, how did you like the motorcycle ride?" It was exciting, especially when you went so fast. I still think riding a horse is more exciting, but I can see where some people would rather ride a motorcycle." Was it as good as pine needles and gardenia's?" A little better, but not that much better." Am I going to. "You certainly can, Jane," he says, his voice strangely rough, as if there was a double meaning behind what he said. I cringe slightly at the thought of what the double meaning can be and take a step back as he gets closer. He looks me up and down, and licks his lips appreciatively, thinking that he is being discreet. Strangely, being checked out by Mr. Whyte makes my body react in a way that only happens when Jared looks my way. "Jane, my dear, it seems I have lost your report that you left on. "Another smack, and another yelp. He asked me again, I responded the same as before. He didn't smack me this time. Instead, he shoved his lube covered cock in my ass. The force he used pushed me to the pillows. He began to thrust. "What's your answer now? Are you ever going to seduce me again?" You act like you were mad that I made a move. Maybe you are mad. Mad that I made the move before you could." Shut up!"I did as I was told. He continued to thrust a little while, before he stopped. He. I smiled back and murmured, " No, I think they are beautiful."She looked down at the growing bulge between my legs. She smiled, and said, in a mock judicial tone, " I see enough evidence to make me conclude that you are telling the truth." My childhood sweetheart was now married, and except for an encounter with a nurse last fall, I had not felt the gentle touch of woman for a very long time. Apparently, it had been a long time for Judy as well. Our eyes locked on to each other as the silence.