I find it difficult to describe her. There are some things that can’t be conveyed in words. I’ve always thought she was the most beautiful girl in...the world. She is like one of those girls you’d see in an oil painting inspired by Greek or Renaissance art. She has the pale complexion, voluptuous figure, dark hair and innocent face. Her beauty comes from before the modern age. It’s from a time before the modern conception of what is sexy or hot was ever conceived. She is a big girl, but not too. The roads that had had the tar melting on them for the last few days were now wet and slick; the water was pooling in thousands of shallow puddles on the surface and the idiots acted the same as they had when it was dry. I acted differently, so they therefore would hit me if I was anywhere near them.I made Melissa a late breakfast and we continued the conversation that had taken us late into the previous night."This just seems too good to be true Mel. Here I am, a lonely 60 year old and I. “Come on Neil get the slut up here! She could have been sucking my cock while you were banging the slut!” Tom laughed.They spoke of me as though I was their personal property, to do with as they wished, which at that very moment was a true and accurate statement. I was theirs and they could do whatever they wanted to me, and there would be no objections from me or my pervert husband.Neil removed his cock, leaving me somewhat unsteady on my feet. He guided me up the remaining stairs, straight. Her body looked quite firm, rather than the slack look he remembered. His rather imprecise memories included a rampant thatch of pubic hair, but when he looked at her crotch, he could actually see her cleft through the short hairs.It was her eyes, though, that surprised him the most. He was used to looks of irritation, downright anger, condescension, even pity. Instead, it was a look that he hardly recognized - desire mixed with a good bit of fear.He would never know how some of the women had.