Would you like to be left trussed up on the side of the road, free for whoever finds you to have their way with you?"She gasps, a choking moan of emba...assed pleasure as Zoe thrusts her unyielding fingers deep into her plaything's wet pussy. She pants and struggles to catch up as the ghoul thrusts hard and fast, brutally fingerfucking her, her clit on fire with the vicious lotion and the ceaseless assault, her arms aching as she resists the urge to pull them in, willing herself not to flinch,. She froze momentarily not sure how to react to the umprompted closeness. There was an unexpected comfort in letting him hold her, but after a few seconds she pulled away and turned to face him as they gently floated apart.“What’s wrong?” He queried.“Look, the other night…” she began. She reflected on how it had happened. They’d both been frustrated and in hindsight maybe them baring their souls had just been an excuse, since they weren’t allowed to get drunk. Cait had to concede that the idea. “Yup, it’s that simple.” Michael said. “What if I said that I really missed you when you travel?” “Nope, you have to say ‘I love you’.” “What if I said that I love when you send me a text saying that you’re thinking about me?” “Nope!” Michael said shaking his head slightly side to side. “What if I said I loved when we talk on the phone at night or when you send me emails and what if I said I love the way you touch me or how you hold my hand? What about if I said that I loved the note you wrote. Stuart was nearing his 60th birthday, nearly 6ft tall and he was somewhat overweight. He was hardly the role model for a stud which suited him fine. He'd been married to Sarah's sister-in-law Sarah for over 30 years and Sarah had heard that they weren't very sexually active; mostly his fault according to the family g****vine.So it was quite a surprise for her one morning as she was still in bed having a bit of a lie-in, when Stuart phoned up just to see if she was in and he wondered if he could.