In my head, they were real.When Mary Ann took off her clothes and stood naked in front of the background screen, I was in shock. I also had a killer b...ner.“Well, are you going to take my photo, or not?” she finally asked.I stared towards my camera, but I was walking kind of funny.“Are you okay?” she asked in concern.“I, I am afraid my pants are too tight,” I said.She looked at my pants, and her eyes zeroed in on the bulge in my trousers.“Oh,” she said. “Well, just take them off. I mean you’re. I thought mine was over and done. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t embarking on one anyway. I was simply with a new found friend, having shared lunch, simply doing a good deed as I took her to visit her parents’ graves for the first time in years, helping her to find some wild flowers to lay on the grave and watching her use her half empty water bottle from lunch as a makeshift vase in which to put those flowers. Touching. I said a prayer along with her as we stood at the graves.Back to the. When it did I pushed all the way into her slowly, her head rolling from side to side as my cock filled her wet wanton pussy. When my balls pressed against her ass I held fully into her and she said in a horse voice,,fuck me,,please fuck me.I began to fuck her, slowly at first, then building up Speed, as I pounded off her, her body jerked back and forth on the table top, her tits keeping time with our fucking. Her rolling from side to side as she offered herself fully to me. I could feel her. Normally the stares would have irritated her but today she didn't seem to mind, they just seemed to set her body on fire. She could feel her nipples, rock hard little nubbins grazing against the inside of her shirt. And her pussy tingled with every cool breeze. With each passing moment she regretted more and more that she hadn't finished masturbating earlier. Her legs felt awful unsteady.As she walked past a shop window she paused and looked at her watch. It was only 1pm. She had another four.