He then sat down again and wondered how old you have to be to be an optician, forty, fifty, sixty perhaps. Tom’s idea of an optician formed an image...in his mind and he stuck with it.“Mrs. Watson will see you now,” the receptionist called from the other end of a long room. She waited for Tom to get closer before she led him down a corridor and into the eye test room.Tom was heard to catch his breath and Mrs. Watson looked up immediately.“Please, take a seat,” she said, and pointed to the chair. We always like the outdoors, camping and fishing, I always treated Abby as a son we never had, but she loved to fish and camp. So we bought five acres of woods next to a lake, decide to build a cabin for weekend get a way. So while we are building the cabin, we have been camping out in tents while we are there. This one weekend Abby told Helen we would be gone for the weekend. Helen wanted to know if she could go along with us. Abby asked if Helen could go along with us, I said sure. "I slapped her ass as I pushed in and out of her, she responded with a gleeful yell. I penetrated her at a fast pace as she moved her ass up against my hips, riding against me almost as much as she was riding me. Her moans became more generous as I pounded into her again and again. Eventually she got to a fairly loud level as the legs of the bed started scraping against the floor and the bed frame knocked into the wall."Oh fuck. Fuck me like that, yea! Harder! Harder!"I pushed her head down and. " Honey, calm down," Frank said as he took the few steps to his fiancée. "What's going on?"Margaret glanced around her, then grabbed Frank's hand and dragged him into the hallway, closing the door behind them, leaving Tina and the others standing there.In the hallway, Margaret fumed as she responded to Frank's question, "What's going on is that prick drugged Tina. She woke up, or came to herself if you prefer, with him fucking her the next morning. He told her he loved her. She had developed an.