Since her divorce, there had been only intermittent dating, and nowhere near the amount of affection, romance, or zesty lovemaking that she craved. Sh... had always been somewhat frustrated in that regard, since her husband's sex drive never came close to matching her own. But having already been formidable in her forties, her sex drive now seemed only to be increasing in intensity into her late fifties. That being the case, take a fifty-eight year old, sexually ravenous older woman, dress her up. "Oh, I'll make it better. But I think I'll keep teasing for a while."Mom thanked the girls for washing her car. It looked good, but then it should, having been picked up a mere two days ago.She smiled, shook her head and went back into the house. Well, I knew what I had to look forward to until bedtime. The question was, could I last another 7 or 8 hours?It wasn't good enough for me to just take the girls to Goodwill. They had to bring Bozo. Which meant they had to bring Dino. Both back windows. .”“Wash naked in the stream? Yes, I think so; take Straba with you.” Straba was a cook’s help, she wasn’t attractive or intelligent, but she was good at doing what she was told (which in the case of the cook was ‘stir this’ or ‘lift your skirts’ – he was a man of simple pleasures. He was kind to her though, and fed her well, unlike what some would have done with a simpleton).August made it known that upstream was not allowed until the women returned. He didn’t point out that the pool would be. I stood up, and allowed him to slide out, my cunt making strange slurping noises. "I need to be fucked," I said. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me." "Showers." It was all he said, and I was not sure I understood, but I was prepared to follow his lead. In fact, I was prepared at that moment to do anything he asked; he could have tied me down and I would not have cared. We stepped outside and stood under the bucket. This time he held me close. We were both naked, my breasts squeezing into.