She was terrified of me. She actually thought that I would hurt her. It hit me like splash of ice water. I had to prove to my sister that I loved her....I knew just how to do it."We have time baby, I love you and we will work this out. I want to fuck you so bad right now. No that's not right, I need to make love to you but... I won't. I can see that you are upset. I'll make you a promise Susan. Tell you what: if you will continue to sleep with me; if you let me hold you and touch you. If you let. Her name was Ann, she told me as she mentioned that her daughter and grandc***dren were arriving tomorrow from her home county of Buckinghamshire. I guessed she was between 68 and 72 years old - so well maintained that it was difficult to tell.Ann was well covered from the sun with a light shawl round her shoulders, large black sun glasses and gold slippers. We talked for half an hour or so and then returned to our respective magazines. I thought I'd positioned my magazine such that I could. "What the hell kind of place is this?" she asked."I believe this is a bedroom," the little man answered.And indeed Bettina and the little man found themselves in the middle ofan ornate room dominated by a large four-poster bed. The overall themeof the room was pastel shades of blue with a lot of ornate trim andlace. There was thick plush carpeting on the floor and velveteenwallpaper on the walls. It had the look of a boudoir with a settee, alarge wardrobe, a full length mirror, and an. . that's a yes?" he asked, confused."Yes." I gulped, but nodded vigorously. "Just yes." Cool," Cliff said, a huge smile on his face. I loved the look of it.We sat and chatted for a little longer. Then, just as the sunset wasalmost over and we were standing up to go back inside, I spottedsomething out of the corner or my eye."Quick!" I hissed at Cliff. "Hide!" And I quickly laid down on the benchso that the back of it would hide me."What?" Cliff asked."Hide!" I hissed at him. He looked around.