“I was wondering about showing Lili our secret garden. What do you think?”I thought for a moment. Lili lived far enough so she would only be there...when we asked her. “OK.”“I’ve seen the apple trees in the garden are blossoming. Do they have apples?”“Oh yes. And they’re particularly delicious when you pick them after the sun has warmed one side, leaving the other cool.”“I’ve never tried that.”“There are some big cooking apples too. Bramleys I think they’re called. They make great baked apple. I grabbed a blanket to put over us as my cock was growing and I didn't want her to see the bulge in my pants. About five minutes after that she said she was hot so she asked if we could take the blanket off, I told her I was cold but she could get out from under the blanket if she wanted to. When I told her that she said that she likes being curled up to me and if I didn't mind if she could just pull off of her shirt instead. I asked her if she thought it would be weird doing that but she just. I walked over to her and couldnt help but getting a hard on again. Her ass was just to incredible for me to handle. She gave me some baby oil and told me to put it on her back. So I did. Slowly rubbing her back and then she told me to rub some on her legs. So I proceeded to do that and rubbed her soft legs for a couple minutes. Then she told me to take her bottoms off, so I happily did that as well. Exposed were her gigantic ass and her beautiful cameltoe cunt. She told me to rub some oil on. Margret was about ten years younger than you were, with a passionate enthusiasm and a wit about her that rivaled your own. It also helped that men were often more willing to talk when she was around. And opposite to your habits, her way didn't require you to pay their hospital bill. "The whole thing felt staged to me." Margret answered. She left a short silence before continuing her train of thought. "I don't think that woman is dead. Maybe a body double or a straight up fake body. She splat.