D. Stanford. Her birthday was in ten days. She would be thirty-nine. A year most women hated. I contacted one of the on-line flower companies and arra...ged for flowers to be delivered to our office. A dozen yellow daisies delivered one week before her birthday. Perfect, in my mind, that it was a Thursday. They would put a card with the flowers that said, ‘You are special.’ I didn’t quite know why I put that message. I didn’t have any indication that she was special. I made sure that the order. At the age of thirty eight she still had the mind and spirit of her youth. She dressed with a quirky air which made her stand out from the town she had recently moved to. Daisy was a city girl but recently had a massive desire to relocate to the coast, this she thought would help her battle her demons and find inner peace.The towns people were very welcoming of Daisy and took it upon themselves to settle her in to her new home.As the weeks went by she was inundated with gifts from her. " He then put the lotion on two fingers and spread it into her cunt. He used a lot because of her tight hole and his big cock. He did not want to hurt her but he wanted to feel her tight cunt around his big cock. His cock was getting harder thinking of her tight pussy. He never fucked older women any more. He loved the young ones with the tight holes. He really liked them when they had big tits like this youngster. She looked like she weighed 100 pounds and her tits were at least a D. That is. .."Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and steadying herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to regain some sense of reality in this natural situation. Then she thought of those days in Griffith Park once more, thought of the way the animals felt between her legs, that rocking, rolling sensation of something warm and muscular rubbing against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that damned itchy tingle began all over again when she thought of those.