I climbed back across the rope, and into my surveillance shack. I heard my voice on the tape still making observations about what the subject had been...doing 4 nights ago. Between sentences I shut off the tape, and started talking about how the subject was still lying down. I told a corny joke that was so stupid the guys listening to me had to laugh, even though I couldn't hear their response to it."How do you get a sweet little 80 year old woman to say the F word?" I asked"Get another 80 year. Her name was Lydia. She was about 5'1, Italian looking, tanned complexion curly brown hair tied in a ponytail. Her body was gorgeous she was definitely someone who worked out. She had a nice ass, firm and defined. Her breasts were perky and round just a nice shape. She was wearing a white tank top that showed the top of her cleavage and black yoga pants that when she bent over you could see every last lace line of her black thong. All I could think of is how bad I wanted to slide my growing. " Good, but you can raise it a few more degrees by giving me one more orgasm, do you have one more in you?" Yes, I'm sure I could spare one more, just for you." Kiss on it?"He leaned right to me and kissed me like a lover again. After ten seconds, his lips drifted off mine, and he tightened his grip on my thighs yet again. Even with my radiating body to view, he still looked right at me with the sexual intent.I could tell by looking at him how much he embraced me and surely did want me as his. She'd been a cheerleader through college and had kept her compact body in shape for the fifteen years since but her ass was bigger and rounder than it had once been."No ma'am," the man to her right replied in a deep, commanding tone. He wasn't a bad looking guy but he was black and Erica had never found black men particularly attractive. He did have a nice body though, and even she couldn't deny that. He had broad shoulders, a thick neck and a flat stomach like an NFL linebacker.Erica had been.