I was pressing both her boobs one after another and kissing her very hard. She was holding my dick over my pants and rubbing it really wild. We both w...re on fire. I pulled up her top. She was wearing a sexy black bra.I tried to open it up but to fail. I had no option but to tear it. I tore it like a wild animal and revealed her big boobs. She has dark brown tight tits. It was heaven for my eyes after many months. I put them in my mouth and started kissing and pressing her boobs like there was. It was just then that a bird darted out of the bush in front of me. A jolt of panic surged through me as I sore what had startled the bird. Crouched only about 10 meters away, obscured by long grass, was Mrs Bargon. What could I do? What was she doing there? She didn’t seem to know herself. It was like she was making a decision. Finally she moved towards me rather than running away. “I..I..I.. she stammered” “I couldn’t help myself. When you moved in I found your magazines. I couldn’t stop. I can write all this down and get away withit, but if I were to try and say it out loud the necklace would chokeme, even kill me if I really rebelled. It might seem like magic but infact it is merely one of the marvels of technology that our unlovelygovernment keeps coming up with.My eyes really are brown, and the jewellery and accessories are realenough, but my looks are a fake. My hair is a wig, a very real lookingone, but a wig. My breasts are pads inside a bra, and my body has beenpadded. I slipped a finger along the length of her cotton covered pussy and she moaned quietly. Her eyes were unfocussed and staring and her mouth was opened even more. With a struggled she fought her way back, if only temporarily, to reality.“How .... Oh fuck! .... How is your friend .... Fuck!”She was finding it hard to concentrate as I slid my finger back and forth along her pussy. Then I stopped as if an idea had suddenly occurred to me.“Would you like to meet her?” I asked.“Won’t she mind?”“She.