Moving on. Embarrassed behind belief, I head down to my Basement of Solitude (sorry bad pun, I know) to ponder a new twist for my newest writing. Four...hours later.... I was separating my face from the keyboard from where, In hope that it might jar my brain into gear, I had smashed my head into it several times. Hopelessly lost, I grabbed the Jack from the hidden stash, drained about half the bottle, and when to the down-stairs bathroom to take a shower and start going to bed. Lost in the haze. With that he went into the bedroom, picked up his large overnight case and departed; leaving her in a state of total confusion.Over the following days she wandered around like a zombie, unsure of what she should do and it was only as she just stood at the window that a cyclist rode past. This was not a first for he was quite regular and by the way he dressed, either he was a professional or belonged to a cyclist group; she knew where he lived for she had observed him turning into his drive, one. She then stood up came over my face and removed her shorts, she gave me a naughty smile then I stretched myself up and pulled her panty down. Her pussy was now right over my face, so hot. I planted a soft kiss on her pussy.She said while giving a smile “ I’m Virgin and I’m all yours take my virginity “. She came over me and removed her top. She was wearing a black bra, I could clearly see her erect nipples. I started pressing her boobs and kissing around it, and she was moaning loudly like. So when he died, I was set free sexually. And didn't I just love it!Kneeling, he turned me on to my stomach spreading my legs wider as he covered my back with his and surged inside me in one fluid movement. I let out a gasp full of wonder and lust. I could see his lust reflecting mine.Looking straight into my eyes, he wound his hand around me and brought it to my clit. He rubbed it with tandem to his movements inside me. I grated in the hay-laden hard floor in the stables. I couldn't seem to.