Her hair momentarily blew into her face.Quietly unzipping her black leather jacket just a bit, she drew a black scarf from around her neck and tied he... hair back in a ponytail. So far, so good, she thought as she caught her breath again and began to ease her way along the brick wall toward a window.When she reached the window, she gently pushed on it. It was latched. She tried a second and then a third. She was relieved to find the third one unlatched. She winced as is squeaked, but opened. She. “What, among ‘all those guys I fucked?’” she asked, without anger. “Why wouldn’t I?”“What made me special?” I asked.“You made me come,” she said with a smile, resuming her unfinished job.“I tried. I didn’t know,” I half-lied. “I’m glad.”She stopped again, instead climbing up next to me and hugging me. Her massive, firm breasts seemed not to have sagged a bit, but then I realized she, too, looked like she did in high school. Thank you, Master PC, I said silently.“You know, it was the worst. The softball game -- for the sixth consecutive year -- was won by the children and lost by the parents, proving that sometimes you can, indeed, win them all.As Maria had predicted, shortly after 9 p.m. the last carload of visiting parents and children trundled down the long driveway away from the Warren acreage and disappeared. The last carload -- except for Maria and me.After all, we weren't visiting parents. Or children. Well -- maybe Maria was borderline.Maria kissed Orlie and Paul goodbye. Her moans were growing louder, and her hands kept clawing at my head. Reaching up I continued to lick her tight little petals as I opened her blouse and found a front opening bra inside. I opened it and then guided her hands to her own breasts, placing my hands on top of hers and causing her to squeeze them.Once she got the idea I returned my hands back to her lovely ass, squeezing and pulling her up into my mouth. Every few minutes I would look up at her face and see her biting her lip in.