I returned to my chair as we continued to talk. I told her that I had always thought of this moment and how it would go. She asked what happened in th... fantasy. I told her of how she would watch me jack off while she played with herself in front of me. No sooner had I said those words when she spread her legs and showed me her wet white panties. Teasingly she asked was that it. I told her that while this was happening she was sucking on her tits. I was stroking my cock more regularly by this. "I think I need a drink," she said with a sigh. "Maybe a Pina Colada."I had to ask her what that was – I mean, I'd heard of them, but I didn't know what was in one."Rum," she answered, "and pineapple juice, and coconut cream, and ice, and it's all blended together. It's cold." ... and sweet," Gary added." ... and yummy," Moira continued." ... and dangerous," added Gary, sternly.I decided to have a Pina Colada too, but I asked them not to put in too much rum, because I wasn't supposed to drink.. As he thanked her and made his way to the door, he began to feel stiff in his joints. With each step, his movements became more and more restricted until he could barely move at all. He soon realized that even his restricted movements were slowing to a halt. He had but to reach out and turn the knob and open the door and he would be free of this woman. Seconds ticked as his hand slowly moved less than half an inch. Then the movement slowed to a quiver. Old Lady Winters sat watching the whole. “I have to.”“You can’t.”“Quinnie, listen--”“I love you, James. I love you.” The words spill out of me and I fucking mean them. “I don’t love him. I love you. And I need you. Please, James. Please don’t stop. Please.”He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.“Fuck.”Before I know it, he’s already moved my panties aside and shoved himself inside me. I gasp and arch my back. He laces his fingers through mine and pins my hands on either side of my head as he fucks my pussy in a slow, steady.