With the moon.On the path before the camera ... or is it me and no camera? am I following? ... a hurrying figure.Frogs croaking ... peeps and cheeps ..... the sound of silent slippers or bare feet on packed earth. A long dress, grey with washing, swishes above the hurrying feet. Several bats fly the path before the tall gaunt figure ... hurrying along.Today had been especially bad in a late life of wretched days ... but she had a little food in a poke bag she hugged to her thin chest. With care. And to gauge by the groans that got louder and louder, whoever was in there with him was getting one hell of a fuck. A fuck that should have been hers, Paula thought.She could make out enough from the fuzzy outlines to see that the woman was wrapped around Guy, arms encircling his neck, legs gripping his waist. He was standing straight and tall. Paula felt her pussy grow wet and cursed her operation.A hand shot out of the fog and slapped onto the shower door, palm out. The groans were becoming. "Hey...why'd you stop?" John asked Margo, attempting to open his eyes. "No stop!" Margo said. "The tile hurts my knees, I'm just gonna put my bag down under them." she said putting it on the floor. "Keep your eyes closed dear." she added. With he one free hand Margo reached behind her and grasped the mammoth cock and slowly guided it to her snatch. With her lips busy on John's cock she supressed a gasp as the much bigger cock slowly slid into her dripping snatch. In a manner of seconds it had. Still climaxing she hung there, helplessly being devoured by her own fantasy, unable to stop the waves of pleasure coming over her. A few more moments passed and finally she heard, “That’s enough ladies.” Her breasts were immediately released and left exposed to the cool breeze, leaving her still moist nipples to tingle. Her right breast still had a small trail of milk dripping down and onto her ribcage. Focusing on coming down from the pleasure, she felt a pat on her head. “It’s time to clean.