I pressed on. As I reached the inland edge of the beach, lightning struck the sea, backlighting you through the translucent silk of your gown. It knoc...ed me back with its brilliance, yet you stood there, unflinching. The surf pounded the shore with a deafening roar. It stunned my ears with its power, yet you stood again, unflinching. I regained my feet, and closed the distance between us. I approached from behind you, and when I placed my hands gently on your hips, heard you exhale. It seemed. So Stuart Middleton arrived at the remote cottage a mile outside an equally remote village to commence his weeks holiday. He was met by the lady that ran the establishment, Hannah Shackleton, and shown to his room. He would be the only guest.Now Hannah Shackleton was aged sixty-five but, Stuart thought, was reasonably attractive and could be much more so if she wore some makeup. She had never married and, it seemed, was quite possibly in a lesbian relationship with a woman from the village that. She even saw a lake plastered to what her hind-brain tried to tell her was the sky. Loki quietly corrected that misconception and the panic faded.But that didn’t remove the buzzing fear and confusion that was at the root of it.[Where is everyone?] Dey thought. [Seriously. What the fuck is going on here?]“Hurm.”Dey swung her rifle around to aim at the voice that emerged from the woods to her left. Standing there, cane in hand, was an older looking gentleman. He was nearly sixty, maybe sixty five. It was all he could think of.“It was. And your cock is wonderful, it fills me up. But you can take it out now.”Rod smiled again sheepishly and pulled out. He rolled onto his back next to her and realized he still had his shoes on and his shorts were still wrapped around his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his shorts on the floor.“That’s it,” Maud said. “Get comfortable.”Rod wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not. He picked up the butt plug from the mattress between them and started.