As I sat there having a cigarette a big Mercedes drove in and parked next to me. “Any action going on” he said “No” I replied, “Damn” he a...swered.As we both smoked he made small talk and I told him of my experiences earlier that day to which his reply was “There are some selfish bastards about” as I nodded he said “You want to get in the back with me” as I weighed him up I thought ‘Why not I needed something’, “Ok” as he got out so did I as we sat in the back I noticed the car had darkened. I then started to massage both butt cheeks at the same time, making a point to spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible, this gave me a beautiful view of her asshole and pussy, her pussy opened slightly and I could see her pinkness in all its glory. I tried to avoid rubbing her pussy and asshole with all my might. this continued for about 10 minutes before I stopped.I then said, " how do you feel?" she said "I feel good, I can feel why massage can be good and it feels like it's helping"Then I. Until then, Kristina had remained seated at my bed, but then she decided to go inside. She took out her t-shirt, showing big boobs, not that firm, since she was at her early forties, but with a pair of big dark circled nipples and a silky skin. She then took out her panties and showed a beautiful triangle of black pubic hair. I took out my own pajamas, and Kristina leaned on my chest, kissing me non stop, with her hand over my cock, and mine over her boobs. Then, she took my hand to her mouth,. I remember flying in a small aircraft, and something happened, but I'm not clear what. It was nighttime. My husband was the pilot, and I think... I don't know. I remember a brief moment of terror, and my memories stopped at that point." What was your maiden name?" Edwina Harrison. From my memories, I think I was born in the mid-forties and died in the mid eighties." What? 1945 to 1985?" Yeah, give or take a year." You mentioned a mother but no father." I have no memories of a father. I do.