But still feel the fingers on my shoulders. Grabbing my jacket putting it on as I climb out in fear. The rain pouring down drenching me as lighting fl...shes overhead. I see a hooded figure off in the distance. I started running fast towards them, not taking a moment to think that I might be headed into serious trouble.As I reach them they signal to me pointing to the left. It directed us down a muddy driveway with forest on either side. At the end of this track we arrive at an old timber cottage. I couldn’t stand in them for very long because of the pain, so I sat on the edge of the bed looking at myself in the mirrored doors of the closet. Imagine a woman approaching 50 looking at herself in the mirror with her legs open, wearing only a garter belt, hosiery and with a pair of 5 inch heels on her feet. For some reason I felt very sexy and attractive, and then I started to run my fingers over the stockings and the open part of my legs above the tops of them and over my breasts. I hadn’t. Sometimes with soles of my feet on the bed, sometimes drawn up to near my balls still flat but with knees bent.My hips start to rotate and buck. ‘Invisible fucking’ starts as I thrust up and down with my pelvis, with only the soles of my feet and shoulders on the bed at times. Rotating more, bucking more and thrusting more. Imagining my manhood buried in some pussy, ass or mouth. Or being manipulated, in some way, by someone else. My hand slides up and down my pole’ the grip more positive.. " Oh!" Sophie felt a slightly nervous smile edge across her face a little faster than Caerys' hand edged across her skin.Despite herself, and the admirable heating, she felt goosebumps rising in the wake of Caerys long-nailed fingers as they trailed lower."Relax, Sophie," Caerys whispered in her ear, trailing her tongue gently over the stud ear-rings and sending a shiver down her spine. "Relax and enjoy."Elsewhere, Somewhen"Come on, we have to go. We'll sort something out, I promise you.".