I even remember the invitation by Anya. So odds were good that I was in the fancy bed and breakfast downtown. Did that mean Anya was beside me, or did...she sell me into slavery after she got me drunk. I decided I just had to know, so I turned to the person sharing the bed with me. The person was not Anya or anyone else I knew. I had gotten drunk and gone to bed with a stranger. Very nice, at least odds were the person wasn’t a sexual sadist, since it was a middle-aged woman like me. Well, she. My sister colored an attractive shade of Mary Kay then said “That looks like it would hurt unless a girl could get used to it.”“Not all girls are as small as you; Susan doesn’t have a problem with it.” “I never had one that …” she hesitated, “…sized before.” I noticed she was careful not to say ‘big’. She grabbed what was left of her beer and went into the house. As I watched her tight ass sway, I got the impression she was teasing me as she moved; she knew exactly what I was watching and put a. ”I’d been starting to put together clues about who he might be and I had a possible answer but my stupid brain hadn’t told me if I was right or not. I was pretty sure that knowledge was in my head somewhere but I hadn’t found it yet.So I said, “I mean, I do but not really. I mean I have an idea, but I’m not sure if that idea is a memory, or something I’ve figured out from putting clues together with guesses.”And Mrs Stone thinks I’m good at English expression. Hah! I’m not even sure if that was. Then I licked from her pussy to her pink asshole. I pressed my thumb to the opening of her tight rosebud and applied a slight pressure, letting her take the next step.To my surprise, with a gentle lean backwards, Sheila pushed her ass around my thumb, making it disappear like a sexy magic trick. After she was used to it, I placed my other thumb next to my first and slid them in together.Sheila did not slow her back and forth movements, but she moaned even a little louder.I noticed her loosing.