The rumor was that she had moved on from gardening to gathering men like rosebuds to populate her nocturnal hours. The poor widow’s gardening tools ...ere gathering dust and her sweet slit was occupied around the clock. In a way, Betty was envious but she busied herself with the gardening and patiently waited for her own true love to come along someday. Still, she was surprised that several of the visitors to the widow’s sitting room were dark-skinned and that was something unattached white. Arnie placed the tip of his finger against her anal sphincter, and pushed, firmly. ‘Nnnngh!’ Alicia gasped, through gritted teeth, as his finger sank into her tight back passage, up to the first knuckle. He eased it back and forth, liberally lubricating her shit-hole. ‘Aauungh!’ The finger sank in to the second knuckle. ‘Uuuuungh!’ Her bottom writhed, as his finger sank in all the way, and he eased it back and forth, greasing her tight anus. He removed his finger, scooped up a large gob of. I know he is fighting with himself, trying to hold back so I take control. What is this life for if you turn your back on fantasy nights like this? I simply cannot let this chance to go by unheeded so I put my hands at his hips and gently push, flicking my eyes to the sand dunes rearing up behind the beach. They are glowing gold in the early evening sun and the breakers are crashing in. Sea gulls whirl above us in the bright blue sky. Decision made, we find the perfect spot. The walker has. Soon after I arrived at work, Nadinewalked into my office. "Thanks for calling me last night, Victor. Itreally made me think that my idea to have you eventually take over myposition just might work. By the way, I'm curious. Are you wearingyour usual shorts this morning, or panties?"I must have turned bright red and for some reason, tears came to myeyes. "Panties," I answered. "I don't know why, but I felt like Ireally wanted to wear the panties. I'm sorry, Nadine. You must thinkthat I'm.