Two nights later we went to bed about 1030. An hour or so later, I heard thunder and saw lightning. The storm was getting worse, when there was a knoc... on the door. Bill, can I come in, I scared to death Nell whispered. Come on in, I said. She came scooting in and jumped in bed. She was shaking like a leaf. She moved over beside me and said, hold me till this storm passes. I put my arms around her and she snuggled into my body. My cock suddenly went ballistic as her ass pressed against it. I. I got out, dried myself off, and lotioned my skin. My lingerie was already laid out from before my shower. Slowly, I slipped my bra on and clasped the back, then placed my breast forms inside to give myself a nice C cup. Then, I pulled on my garterbelt, followed by sliding a pair of sheer black stockings up my silky legs. After they were clipped in place, I pulled on a French cut Victoria’s Secret thong, loving the feeling of it sliding up between my cheeks. Next, I went to my closet and. It started as most of these little cameos did, with Buffy giving her self a lone hand job in the hay. Her delicate fingers belied their seeming fragility while pumping in and out of her small shaven twat. She gave her nipples a hard time simultaneously, pinching the perfect pink knobs until they had hardened and stood erect. It didn’t take too much film or time to see her reach a crescendo and gush her climax into the straw.By pre-arrangement, it was at this time Craig would make his. I found out that her name was Wanda Barnes and that she was recently divorced with two small school-aged children and that she had moved in with her widowed mother who lived up the mountain above me. Wanda informed me that she had bought a wooded lot above me and that she would be moving in there as soon as she could get it cleared and find a used mobile home that she could afford to buy and fix up. We talked a little more and then she left.From then on Wanda would stop to talk a little each.