The "apple legend" which is often repeated as part of the story of his development of his theory of gravitation is clearly a myth promulgated by later...hagiographers. However, his notes refer obliquely to the effects of gravitation on the chest belonging to a certain Mrs. Mortimer, who apparently went to market every Tuesday. While his efforts focused on defining the equations describing the gravitational effects on said tits (to use the technical vernacular in vogue during that period),. "My little slut likes his ass spanked, doesn't he?" When he didn't answer, she slapped him harder. "I asked you a question slut. You need to answer. You like your ass spanked, don't you slut?" "Yes madam, I do!" he moaned. "Better slut. Next time you will answer the first time. I don't like repeating myself." My fingers moved over my clit faster and faster. I hoped I could keep myself quiet enough when I climaxed but it felt so good that I almost didn't care if I was caught. She moved from. I was wearing runners, a T-shirt and cargo pants.After about twenty minutes a station wagon arrived, slowly entering the carpark and settling parallel to the cubicle only twenty metres from where I sat in the car. I waited to see who exited the vehicle but there was no movement. I wound down my window and contemplated whether I should get out first but I was keen that I got a look at who I could potentially be dealing with before committing myself. After rolling down the window it wasn't. I could see that it was already wet as her fingers were occasionally pushed deep inside her. She spread her lips with her left hand, and played with her clit with a couple of fingers of her right hand. I could see her chest moving with the deep breathes that she was taking, and heard the occasional groan of pleasure. As she did this i undressed in front of her. She opened her eyes a couple of times and could see me gently massaging my cock. This made her smile and finger herself a little more.