My arms were around his neck pulling him onto my mouth, our tongues dancing inside each others mouths as we passionately swapped spit, my nipples were...clamped and each of the two boys were just inches from my neglected crotch, I was desperate for either boy to touch me and started to respond by raising my bum off the grass, and then it happened, one did, then both were there, my neglected organ came to life and exploded, and as if not to loose the pressure I was humping against, I reached down. I saw her every day when I sat out watching the Gulf and the beach with my morning coffee, enjoying the early morning before I went in to start work.I’ve lived here for almost twenty years, since I was eighteen, and thought I knew everyone in my little corner of paradise. But I had never seen her before she just appeared one day – and every day after that.Since I work from home, I always dress in a white linen jacket and tan slacks with an open-neck blue shirt on work days. I find it helps me. "I'm five-five. Now who's the shrimp-meat?" This isn't right." Maybe you should be making me breakfast." I'm still older and more mature. You have to do what I say."I finally relented and made breakfast for her once. I wouldn't have, but by that time I was already hungry again and thinking about lunch.Sunday finally came. My bread came out of the oven just as Betts came out of her room."Oh yum! Fresh bread!" Don't touch. It's my Fair exhibit." I put the two loaves on a rack to cool."Oh come on,. "Whoa whoa whoa." I said, "Let's slow down a little there. I don'treally..". Instead of finishing that sentence, I just sort of waved myhands over my crotch and shook my head.She frowned briefly. "Aww, well, I guess that's okay," she said asthough giving me permission to have limits regarding what other peopledid with my body. She looked at me again ready to gear up for anothermake out session when I began to cry partly because I was so confusedabout my feelings for this woman and partly.