" She turned around,her panties still down behind her. She heard the words again. "Spread your legs." She didn't hesitate, letting them part, feeling ...iguel behind her again,this time his cock rubbing against her naked ass cheeks. She didn't even clenchher cheeks when she felt his cock rubbing her crack, the rough material ofhis pants rubbing over her exposed anus, feeling her tiny hole go into a seriesof spasms, Lyn unable to control it. Miguel's hand slid down over her taut stomach, sliding. It had been a great idea, coming to the southern-most part of the UK just after the main holiday season when all the kids had gone back to school and driving down the narrow lanes with those high borders wasn’t quite as death-defying as it might normally have been. The old fisherman’s cottage she was staying in was basic but comfortable and perfect for her one-person needs. There was a single bedroom, a tiny bathroom, a kitchen and a lounge/dining room but what she really loved was the small. Still holding her arm I guided her to the living room and told her to sit down on the couch. She hesitated then slowly sat down. I sat next to her, "I hope it's nothing serious", I said softly. She looked up into my eyes and I could see she was having trouble starting. "It's ok", I assured her. "You can talk to me about anything". Then she smiled slightly and began."I want to know what's wrong with me", she half whispered. "I go out with a guy for awhile and then he dumps me". "What am I doing. She squeezed my hand, felt half like a thank-you, half like a goodbye (to our monogamous past) and then she straddled him, letting out a short, guttural sigh as she came down on his length. She rode him slowly, like she often does with me; I love seeing my own balls (in a mirror or on a couple of videos we made) but this guys' were definitely bigger, filling out the small of her ass as she went back and forth on him. That's the one time I felt like touching him, thinking how those balls were.