Her breasts were small, high on her chest, with small, light pink areolas. Her pointy nipples stood out, erect. They fit her body perfectly, but I won...ered again about her age. She slid forward in the chair, her skirt sliding upwards as she moved. Her eyes were staring at my dick, which was pulled over to the side, straining against my jeans. “I want to see more. Show me a little bit more. Open your legs and raise your skirt” Still staring at my pants, she pulled her skirt all the way up to her. For him I have become old...” she said with a smile.I just shook my head and smiled at her. “Well, I don’t think so” I said as I settled back on the sofa, and sipped the wine. I leant back and rested my arm on the back of the sofa.“Thank you beta...” she said softly, as she too leant back and rested her head on my left arm which was stretched across the sofa back. In that position, I was able to let my palm rest on her bare arm at the shoulders.Her movements had become languid by now, and I. She dipped two or three fingers inside herself as deep as she could and alternated that with furiously rubbing her clit, meanwhile I was fucking her in an increasing pace and she countered my movements exactly until she came, she was really wet, she leaked al her cuntjuices right onto my stomach.She dropped to the side but quickly regained her composure and lay flat on her stomach and spread those beautiful asscheeks with both hands, 'Fuck me!' she said hoarse, she didn't have to tell me twice,. It is more than a bit claustrophobic under there and wriggle out. I stand beside the bed and finish stripping. A movement suddenly catches my eye. I have no idea what it was and I look round. Against the wall near the foot of the bed is an old fashioned wardrobe. Cut into the doors are heart shaped holes. An eye is pressed against one. Someone is watching us hiding in the wardrobe. I look at Anastasia. She is not looking at me, she is looking at the door of the wardrobe. Her lips purse into a.