" Is she the reason you moved here?" Largely. We'd always been close but had been separated by our marriages. I was living in Yorkshire. When we divor...ed I kept the house and then sold it. Even though house prices up there are lower than down here we had a biggish house so I could afford to put down a deposit on something quite nice. My sister spotted the Old Post Office and here I am." Where does she live? Not in the village because I haven't seen her again since we first bumped into each. Remembering that I still have that silly napkin with Angie’s number on it, I say flippantly to Jake, ‘Maybe I could give Angie a call, and drown my sorrows in her warm bosom … her ‘girls’!’ I am kidding of course, but he laughs at that and says, ‘Now you’re talkin’ dude! In fact you may have your chance right now, I just saw Angie walking in.’ ‘Oh shit!’ I say only half audibly, the last thing I need right now is that boobsy chick, however pleasant a person she may be. A minute later, I hear. My heart was now racing and my nipples were now completely hard, but what was more concerning was that my pussy was swollen and wet. My body was uncontrollably preparing me to fuck and I had no control over it. I heard his jeans drop to the floor behind me then he started running his shaft up and down between my cheeks. I could feel his skin against mine and the shape and warmth of his exposed cock as he rubbed it between my legs and against my pussy. The thin material of my of my knickers. My eyes travelled down the rest of her 180cm human-shaped body. She wore a pale green almost transparent frock that pinned to one shoulder and draped down her body to her long, slim, bare feet. The dress outlined her magnificent pointy breasts, which made my cock stiffen.I could see she was slim, but she had nicely rounded hips and long, lovely shaped legs. She was devastatingly gorgeous. I got even harder when she licked her lips with her pointy pink tongue, and I realised where her eyes were.