She moved nearby to us and started hitting the bottle quite a bit. Her tipple was wine and during the warm summer nights would go out with her friends...and get pretty wrecked. Her friends were in fact her work colleagues who worked in her Salon. She owned her Hair Salon from her early 20s and had opened two more salons after, all quite successful.Let me describe Dawn to you then. She was 42, about 5'7, Blonde, blue eyes, a nice pair of deep cleavaged tits and the best pert arse you could wish. It was close to nine o’clock and the dew was long gone. Other runners had arrived while we were on the trail and were heading out.“Press my legs for me,” she said. Uh-oh. This was the stretch that had ended with me hanging onto Nanette’s breasts while my cock poked at her pussy. My response was going to be similar with Livy. As soon as I put my hands on her long smooth legs, I started a rise.“This is ... uh ... going to have...”“Really?” she panted. “Um ... Tell you what. I’ll try to only. She was also erotically fascinated with my body; I knew it…"Have you done this before, Auntie?" I asked."Not in a long time, babe… ask your mommy…” She smiled.Her fingers caressed me with a constant, vertical motion, my pussy oozing clear, warm lube as if on command. Martha painted my labia with it, maintaining a slow and steady motion. I felt like I wanted to push my hips into her fingers, but the amount of pressure she used was perfect. I kept gasping and panting heavily.Suddenly I had to bit. I cursed as I realized I would not be able to move one. I looked around once more and then I focused on the golden chests around the room.If I stacked them I could maybe climb out. I took a step and heard a scrape and frowned as I glanced back. A very thick column to one side of the throne had opened. I shook my head and turned and took another step. There was an echo and I shook my head once more, "ghosts."I bent and started pulling out the treasure in a chest. Once it was empty I started.