Once I reached my home I make myself comfortable by changing to shorts from a jeans. She was sitting in the hall starring all over the house, once I c...me out from the bedroom she smiled to me like, that’s what she exactly thought I would do once I reached. After some smiles in our faces it starts turned into when you are gonna take me.So I was no more to waste my time and hugged her tightly and placed some hot kisses in her lips then neck and then to her stomach it was really flattered with no. He rapped on the front door. After a second attempt, the casement above was swung open and a female voice called out: "Who is it? What do you want?" Sorry to trouble you at this hour. I seem to be lost. I'm hiking down to Swansea and, well, I was wondering if perhaps you had an outbuilding I could shelter in for the night? It looks as if it's coming on to rain."The abrupt reply was: "Hold on. I'll come down," followed by the slamming of the window. A couple of minutes later the front door was. After nearly half a mile of this serene view, the driveway made a sharp turn to the left, and all at once, Maison Pines came into view. My first glimpse was breathtaking. The main house, painted white with shutters the green of the pines for which it was named, loomed ahead. For all of its beauty, it seemed slightly eerie, perhaps because it had witnessed more than any human could in the span of mortal life. I was the first to arrive, and chose to park on the gravel directly across the driveway. At thirty-seven, she was still an incredibly beautiful woman.Elizabeth had long, wavy, dark-brown hair and pretty green eyes to go along with her very shapely body. Her breasts were average sized, with nipples that stayed semi-hard all the time. Something she could not explain. It always embarrassed her when they pushed out against her clothing. They were noticeable even through her bra. To compensate, she sometime wore a pad inside her bra. Elizabeth’s best asset was her well-rounded ass along.