"Amazing, the water's hot and the pressure's good," he replied. I decided that I'd also have a shower so I took off all my clothes, except for my whit... boxers, and picked up my towel. Before I could walk away, Eddie leaned over and grabbed the waist band of my underwear. "What are these things?" he asked. I laughed and said, "It's what we wear back where I'm from." I had my shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around myself before heading back into the room. Eddie was still lying on his bed. How could I know it was just the beginning? He whispered my name when he began to move. "Arabella."Lifting me slowly and pulling me back down, he spoke words of love, instructing me on how to find my pleasure. My body moved with its own desire, rocking against him. The sounds of his moans thrilled me to my soul.My nails dug ragged furrows in his skin, his fingers bruising my hips. He suckled at my breasts as I lowered myself over him. I heard the song of our bird again just as I died a little. He slowly slid two fingers into my dripping wet pussy and began to slide them in and out. "Oh my God, baby. You're so tight. I don't know how my cock is going to fit," he breathed. This only made me more wet because I knew I was finally going to be able to experience him inside of me. He then kissed my clit and licked down toward my dripping wet hole. He stuck his tongue inside me, and I gasped at the new sensation. I heard him snicker quietly as he continued fingering me and sucking on my. Then I stay up at the old lighthouse, keep a cot up there. Oh, Winter slows everythin’ down here, most people leave, the rich bastards. Used to sail down the coast myself, even far as Cuba, to get away from the cold, but can’t do that anymore. But I keep pretty active, always doin’ something or someone, Aha! Well, thank ya for saying I could be in my seventies, that’s right nice of ya. It’s not the years that matter, it’s the milage. Sure, I don’t go up ladders anymore, I’m not stupid, but I.