She was forty three at the time.“I was his trophy wife,” she’d say bitterly. “He was a gambler and didn’t believe in life insurance and ther... I was with no skills, past my prime to get another man and here I am, a waitress at Pocmont Lodge.”I knew she had remarried several years ago to a Puerto Rican waiter she met in Key West and now she worked in Florida each winter and at Pocmont each summer. Her husband worked at one of the swankier resorts about a mile up the road and was about eight years. I hadn’t expected him to be so desperate to get me naked but I liked it very much. ‘That’s better.’ He said and I jumped a little at the sound of his voice but didn’t let it distract me from my role as his doll. My pulse was racing as I felt Vincent’s hands brush over my skin. He was certainly bolder, his fingers tickling the inside of my thighs on the way up my body, with a slight circling over my knickers followed by more decisive movements as he used both hands to caress my bare stomach. I. Shit. Was the damage done? He tried to push himself in, throughwhere he thought he should feel all the sensation - but then, instead, hada wave of pain hit him.What the hell was going on? He felt himself thrown across to the oppositeside of the bed, the right side. And looked at the couple through themirror again. They had stopped having sex briefly, and looked a littleshocked... but then they shrugged and laughed and carried on. Brian beganto roll over again, though he'd need to go. She continued on to increase his knowledge about breasts by, he thought, at least 200%. ‘I find it difficult to believe that 90% per cent of women are dissatisfied with their breasts. What a pack of moaners.’ ‘That’s according to surveys. I would guess 99% of guys are dissatisfied with their cocks,’ Milly smiled. ‘Well I must admit I’d like mine to be a bit longer, a bit thicker and to be able to shoot sperm throughout the entire night.’ ‘Mom and I think you have a beautiful cock,’ Milly said,.