You know all about me and I don’t know anything about you. Can I ask you some personal questions?’ ‘What would you like to know,’ she sighed a... she blew a stream of smoke into his face. ‘How old are you, are you married, do you have a boyfriend, where do you live. You know the sort of questions my aunt will ask when I tell her about you.’ ‘Well I’m thirty, divorced with no regular boyfriend and live in a condo on the beach. I came up here from down south after my divorce and worked for the. She turned her head toward me, her lips forming a kiss. My hand slid higher between her legs exploring her moist folds. She was wet, but not nearly enough for what I had in mind.I expressed my disappointment with a sharp slap across her left buttock. She squealed in shock, her body jerking with a start. I applied a second swat to her right cheek just because symmetry is important. This time when my hand delved into her inner folds, she wept moisture with abandon. She whimpered softly as I. Each moan was a desperate cry for release through the doctor's muffling hand, his throbbing shaft driving deep inside his lover's swollen entrance as its girth spread the lips wide, causing the nurse's eyes to roll back beneath their lids. The scent of raw lust and passion filled the room, drowning out the smell of the elderly that lingered far too fiercely, and as the lovers voraciously went at one another their steadily intensifying sex had grown so powerful that they no longer cared to be. I killed the lawnmower engine and wiped my face on my shirt. ‘Hi, Jim,’ she said brightly. ‘Beautiful day, isn’t it?’ ‘Sure is,’ I replied. ‘You look like you need a break. Want some lemonade?’ she asked. ‘That’d be nice,’ I said. ‘Come on over.’ She turned and headed for her front door. She wasn’t dressed for yard work. She wore skin tight shorts, a halter top, and mules with three inch heels. Her hair was in a pony tail. The rock was on her finger, the choker and solitaire around her neck,.