She stops rubbing my hard-on but I continue fingering her. We hear again in a dull monotone "stop please". I'm not going to let this guy ruin my fun. ...o I pull Miki's dress up over her head. She resits, but I tell her to stop. And she lets me remove the dress. She covers her breasts with one arm but I pull it away. Again we hear from the front. This time it's "stop please, or I'll have to call the police." I yell at the guy, "It's ok. We're leaving." and I guide Miki by the hand to the door. In the meantime, there was not much to do. It was too cold to go outside, so I had the choice between reading or watching the telly. Or, as now, sitting at the window and wishing I could go outside.Movement in the distance made me focus again. The dogs were running there. Unaware of the cold, they were playing, chasing each other. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. 'No, I won't cry', I told myself. 'It's no big deal, it will get warm again. I just have to wait. A long time to. Just then I had a phonecall from my so called date who was cancelling, so I told him never again. I was devasted and went to the kitchen for more wine. On my arrival I couldnt believe that my sons friend Andrew was now a good looking strapping lad. He must be six foot too with good looks too. I sat on the worktop flashing my legs a little no intentionaly at first. He couldnt take his eyes off them and kept trying to glimpse further up. I then realised that there was no wine and Andrew offered. I squatted in front of her, with my back to the wall that separated us from the empty, adjacent shower room. She let your bikini bottoms drop, exposing a small rectangle of hair and two soft supple lips. I put my arms around her and caressed her ass as I planted small kisses on and to both sides of her landing strip then down her thighs. She sighed, and soon her hands were running through my hair, coaxing me down toward her juicy tender peach, which was becoming swollen and moist with.