Alfred Prufrock,” she answered, then took a deep sigh, looking into my eyes. “I have a feeling my little world is going to get rocked and badly di...turbed.”“What do you mean?”“I can’t marry Fred. The wedding is coming up in September. Invitations are about to go out. They’re already printed. The caterers have a down payment.”I listened, looking into her eyes, nodding. She looked up at me then closed her eyes as if shutting out the horror of her thought. I shifted on the hay to lie next to her. Come on. Put your anorak on, pack your shelter, and let’s go. I’ll make a couple of changes to my appearance if I’m going to be with you.”I reached for my anorak. It was dry. How? I didn’t care. I had Jeanie beside me. She had changed. As I had first seen her she looked to be in her twenties. Jeanie still looked much younger than me but had subtly aged. She was still devastatingly attractive but a mature woman, perhaps fifteen years younger than me. The wet shelter was soon bundled onto my. The shower always does it for me but this time I managed to hold it off. I ate early and by 6pm I found myself on the bed, naked, and fingering my pussy. I was soaking wet. I pushed a finger inside me to tease myself and I nearly came. I pulled it out fast, breathing heavily. I quickly got up and ran to the shower. I stopped myself and looked at the flowing water before I stepped in. I reminded myself not to spend too long on my pussy. I showered and despite all my efforts the soapy sponge. I pulled his jeans down to his massive quad muscles and was greeted with a monstrous cock. This thing was easily as big as my forearm! It practically slapped me in the face just as hard as he did when I pulled down his pants. And the smell! Oh my god! INTOXICATING! A fantastic musk of sweat and manly man scent. I could have sat there just sniffing his balls all night long but then he had clearly had enough and just wanted to use my face to make himself cum because he grabbed the back of my head.