She looked to be in her mid twenties, long dark hair; wearing black sunglasses and dressed in a short flowing summer skirt and strappy top I’d say s...e was a size 8 with perky small breasts and lovely long legs. She sat cross legged facing me and began to unpack her lunch whilst checking her phone. She looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t work out where I knew her from but I thought she was gorgeous.Being the shy type I just carried on reading my book and soaking u the warm rays of the sun.. I was in no mood to listen to her and told it is nothing new that no one has done. And it is not bad to keep yourself happy. She was in a confused state of mind and I kissed her again. She did not resist this time.That was the green signal for me. I quickly broke the kiss and undressed her. She was only in her bra and panty. Her melons were looking so inviting to me. I bit them and sucked them hard enough for her to pinch my back. I got to know the size later that they were 34.She made me. She recognized the sender, and she opened them in all innocence hoping to find a pic of them together or of him doing something exciting. Instead the first pic was just of a hairy woman's bush, with a bit of a birthmark visible emerging from the hair. Stacey shaved her pussy, but anyway so far the man hadn't got that far with her, so far all she had allowed was some kissing and his hands on her breasts. So who was this in the photo? She looked at the next pic. Her mother. Naked. On Stacey's. That's what he'd wanted, this incredible man of hers. This new lover who had so swiftly, so easily, banished every ghost of her past, had chased away all the demons lurking in her soul. This man, who now wanted her to revel in her ultimate power; the power to submit to his lust, to the sharp, keen desire that flared in his eyes when he looked at her. Just like he was doing now. Only now, the heat in his eyes was almost feral, the stern set of his jaw resolute. As if her words had unlocked some.