I kept a magazine perched protectively in my lap to preclude her noticing my continued arousal and perceive me to be some sort of pervert.I could hear...some sniggers and laughter from the rear of the bus and I was mortified to think that the other rude male passengers were commenting on her female assets. Whenever she turned or leaned over slightly, her oversized breasts swung provocatively like a pair of artillery shells ready to be chambered and fired.What really made my day was that whenever. Still holding hands had they been younger they might have broken into a run. Given their age they just ended up wet!Turning up the path of their secluded holiday cottage on the edge of the coast they ambled round the back onto the outside, covered, veranda.They dripped as they turned to look out at the passing rainsquall, now heading off out to sea, overtaking the odd boat or two as it went.She stood, hands on the rail, facing away from him gazing at the view. Coming up behind her he eased his. A sceptic might conclude that I imagined all this in my so-called'mind's eye' - that's occult talk for daydreaming and letting yourimagination run wild, but I never felt so filled with wonderment at thetime. The rational image of reality may have dissolved, but the aurafelt was curious and exciting - one with certain sexual arousal."The Goddess does not often reveal her secrets to undeserving males."The High Priestess concluded, "but she has been known to punish theproud and the cynical. In. When he asked why, he was told just to accept that the device was for his own good. The shock of its entry devastated him. Both Peggy and Miss Yvette had been present, and he had been prepared for bed. Peggy had bent him over her lap as Miss Yvette raised and draped his nightgown over his hips and inserted the well-greased object. The entry was not painful but he felt completely used and helpless at the ravishment of his body. It was an unwelcome transgressor and try as he might he be able to.