"Don't stop." I croak. He says nothing as he swings a leg over the chair and grabs both my ankles, placing one at each side of him. "I saw you watchin... me earlier." he says as his hands slide up my legs, "I know what you want." I say nothing as my body trembles under his touch, I just stare at him intently. Once his hands reach my hips he takes a deep breath, "Tell me you want it." he rasps. "I want it." I whisper. His smile is wicked as his fingers curl around the side of the bikini bottoms,. Three years ago, my husband left me for a younger woman. I know emptiness; I know heartbreak. They never go away, but they do fade. I can promise you that. “I am here to help you.” While I should have probably told the housekeeper to go away and mind her own business, her words and gentle accent were reassuring. I leaned against her, and was a bit shocked when she put her arms around me. I don’t really know what I was thinking, but I got the sudden urge to lean over and kiss her. She. I let go of her right breast long enough to give her a smart smack on her right buttock, leaving a red imprint of my palm and fingers there. Marcia was meeting each forward thrust of my hips with a rearward thrust of her own. I resumed squeezing her tits and pulling her body back onto my hard on. I saw Marcia’s shoulders begin to flush, and she pleaded, “Fuck me hard, Uncle Darrell. Cum deep in my cunt!” With that, she stopped her rhythmic thrusting and gave one last mighty push against my. Although Marti would tell anyone who asked that is was the beautiful flowers around the garden that brought her back to this spot for a relaxing cup of coffee, we both knew it was the foot traffic that she was watching. It was the hard bodies going and coming from the center that really caught her attention, both male and female. Women as a whole are people watchers to a degree unknown to men. Men are looking for the most part at women only, checking to see if she possesses the physical traits.