She had always been such a cheery, loving young woman, but in the last few weeks she had become morose and disinterested in everything. She missed Fra...k. His face loomed up in her mind and she could see him. She could see his laughing eyes and that dark hair that she loved to run her fingers through. It made her still queasy stomach knot with desire as she remembered his soft sweet lips kissing her gently, becoming more demanding as he led her to heights of desire she had not known existed.. Her muscles contracted on my fingers, grasping me tightly as I pushed in and out. I tongued her clit directly and moved my fingers faster. She screamed and gushed. I gently soothed her pussy with my tongue. Yes, I well remembered my lessons from Judy and Ann. ‘Oh Ron, that was wonderful, wonderful.’ ‘We’re nowhere near done. I want to cum in your mouth while I lick your clit.’ Bette started to climb on me in 69 position, but first I pulled her so our mouths were together. We explored each. A giant hand controlled her head by grasping the back of her neck. Other large hands grabbed her wrists like vice grips and she was whisked up off the ground when her ankles were seized. She was carried effortlessly over to a large grassy mound and put on it face down. She tried to struggle but the shear strength of the hands allowed her no movement what so ever. Myra was pinned down by her neck and her face was pushed down into the soft short green grass. It smelled nice. It was dry. Myra. ....I didn't want to seem like I was throwing myself at the old guy, but I walked home past his house for the first time since he fucked me. It seemed like he must have been looking out for me because as I passed his gate he came out of his front door and called out "Hi Ben". Bingo! I stopped and replied "Hello Mr Dixon". He called out "I need a spare pair of hands to help with some repairs. Want to make a few bucks?" and beckoned me to him. This was for the benefit of his neighbor who was out.