I feel a dribble of my juices running out and down my inner thigh.In the near distance, I can still hear voices: laughter; someone calling a dog. Anyo...e could walk round that bush and find us. It’s so exciting, so risky. My heart’s beating. I start to pump harder at his erect prick in my hand, my fingertips only just touching round its thick shaft.His mouth is still sucking at my nipple. He pulls my skirt further up, making it easier for him to finger me, my knickers pushed to one side. His. This old house takes a while to get hot water to the second floor and I brush my teeth while I'm waiting.Turning towards the mirror, I smile. I'm the fulfillment of many years of frustration, misery, and finally actualization. I look at a full head of hair with a very attractive hairline. I see nicely shaped eyebrows on a pretty feminine forehead. My nose is delicate. My lips are full. My cheekbones are high, complimenting my large green eyes.My breasts bob gently under my tee shirt that hugs. ’ ‘NO! Go away! Leave me alone!’ I screamed at the closed door. I heard him moving around the apartment. ‘What if he’s packing up?’ I thought. ‘Do you really want that?’ And, just as suddenly as the rage, depression, sorrow had come on, a feeling of tenderness and affection for Tucker swept through me. ‘What the hell is happening to me?’ I thought. ‘Am I losing my mind? One minute I hate him, next I love him!’ I unlocked the door and came out of the bathroom. Tucker was working with some fine. She then grabbed a bottle of sun screen and proceeded to coat me with it from my face to my feet. She was surprisingly quick about the way she did it. “Come with me and we will make some lunch,” Bev said. I followed her into the kitchen admiring her full hips and rounded ass. “I’ll knock up some sandwiches and you can make another round of those drinks. It wasn’t long before we were both siting at the outdoor table under a large umbrella eating lunch. I asked Bev about her beauty therapy.