I invited her with the eye signal to share my shawl by coming inside it. She moved and came close to me and with one hand I pulled my shawl around her...and kept her in tight hug. Once she was inside my shawl I found out she was not old or middle aged, but a young woman in her late twenties. She too put her hands around me to share my warmth. While adjusting the shawl wrap I just touched her boob and found it to be quite hard and young. She kept her face hidden and I could not make out who she. Once we were dry and dressed again, we rummaged in the kitchen and found meat and bread, and made sandwiches together for a late lunch. Then Jess got herself ready for work, and we headed out to return the rental car, to get my car - the one that had led to us meeting in the first place - back from the garage, and to go to Jessica’s bank.All three errands were easily accomplished. Jess was very impressed with my car. I told her that I liked it, but it wasn’t very practical. We would certainly. The angle, my descent, how he didn’t take his eyes off me yet I landed on target with no wiggling needed. He had to be seasoned in the art of sex, because my landing was perfect. My head hit the pillow softly, and the pillow sighed while adjusting to the curves of my neck. Smooth, yet with buoyancy, the pillow had enough firmness to steady my pretty face and allow some recoil, so I could float up slightly and allow him to kiss me without any unnecessary movement to adjust myself. His hands were. Whipping your pussy until you are to the edge of passing out. I reach up to the clamps and pull them off, the sudden rush of blood back into them send enormous amounts of pain.....as you black out. You come to and realize you have been moved. Seems you are strapped down to a coffee table. Terribly sore and swollen, exhausted from the pain and humiliation and yet it has only been a few hours or so. "Ah I see you are back lol. You want to tell me the combination? You know I am just getting warmed.