And this isn't like one of those stories she remembers from magazines suchas Fiesta where the guy always finds himself inhabiting the body of avoluptu...us sex goddess who just happens to be a lesbian and whosegirlfriends are every bit as gorgeous as she is. Instead she's a forty-fouryear old woman - admittedly a good-looking one - who wears dentures and awig, takes Phyllosan and suffers from any number of annoying little achesand twinges she's only now becoming aware of.No good moaning about it.. We stuttered a bit and walked up towards the hut for a drink and getting acquainted. The conversation was a bit sloppy and shy and we did not know what to talk about believe it or not. She was nice, very nice looking but her lack of self-confidence and shyness seemed to be a problem.The camera crew told me that they were going to take a break so we could get into a deeper conversation and when we were ready they would pick up filming again. They packed their stuff and moved away to another hut. ‘So you say, are you eating?’ ‘All I need is my coffee, by the way, my clothes are gone, was somebody in my room last night’ ‘Oh, that was me, we had to move your stuff to another room.’ ‘What for? Something wrong?’ Cyndee plops two eggs out onto a plate with great care. She grabs her cup and sits down with me at the counter. ‘Keith thinks it’s a good idea you don’t stay in the room next to his, something about you needing concentration on your book.’ ‘Ya, but I’m not going to start that. And then his hand move further up my thigh, and closing in on what I can only imagine is his desired spot. He lays the towel to the side, and no longer caring if I'm wet or not, puts his hand on my upper thigh, very close to my cock. He lightly start rubbing in an almost horizontal fashion, and with each time he does so, he just brushes my balls. Something I pick up on, and almost in a startled 'what the fuck are you doing?' type of way, jump backwards. But his legs are behind me, and my back.