"You won!" he said, "You won Gold at the twenty twelve London Olympics!" "Fucking hell," I said, "I never realised!" Is there anyone you want to thank... your trainer?" he asked."Yeah, Weatherfield Council for giving me the job on the bins what got me fit," I suggested, "The Lads down the Flying Horse, the." I couldn't really think,"Sandra for letting me fuck her half price."The TV bloke looked really worried, "So to what do you ascribe your outstanding performance to," he asked, "Training, diet. Well not really.I had decided that today was the day I was going to gotopless. You see my lover had set me a challenge beforeI left for my holiday to France. ‘I want a toplessphoto of you on the beach.’ In all my 30 odd years Ihad never gone topless. Not that I was shy of mybreasts. No reason to be. My breasts have always beenand still are full and rounded with perky nipples. It was a hot day, with a cool sea breeze blowing. Itook care to do my hair in the morning. And the. ’ ‘Dani, get on your hands and knees…I want to take you from behind…’ His voice had turned hoarse, and she saw the fire in his eyes. There was something new about it, and she felt a rush of desire that she hadn’t experienced before. Letting her nightgown fall, she went to her hand and knees on the bed and when he was free of his clothes, she felt him move up behind her. His hands moved over her back and bottom, then up to her shoulders and trace the lines of her sides. He was teasing her,. His hand moved to the inside of her thigh and started back up. He reached her now soaked pussy and just let his fingers rest there for a moment, prompting Janet to move her legs apart and raise her hips a little to welcome his fingers. Derek slid a finger into her and got another moan, a little louder this time. He ran his hand in small circles over her throbbing clit, then moved his hand back up over her ass. Janet, now almost delirious with lust, turned onto her side and started to undo his.