Her hands fell from his hair where she had been playing all this time, he had never looked sexier. “Let’s get out of here” he said. Lowering her... down onto the sand once more, he held her close and kissed her cheek, chaste and playful. They walked hand in hand to his car, her heart beating so hard now she thought it would burst. Her phone was flashing “Where are you?” - her online friend. She couldn’t deal with that now and turned it off. The sliver of doubt was worming it’s way into her. She is up out of bed every few hours. She still remembers when she used to wet the bed, and she has to relieve herself constantly in fear that she could still be that girl. That dirty, smelly girl that was so teased whilst still a teenager. It is no wonder that she needs more sleep each morning, and is so exhausted every night. But it was all part of a masterplan, and such were the sacrifices she seemed so willing to make to present me with her ultimate prize. Her yawning over with, I hear the. Over thirty, and single and here was this young girl, I could judge her age as between eleven and twelve.“I don’t mean that . . . you don’t even know me, I could be a nasty person.” I tried to scowl at her but only made her laugh instead.“Oh you’re not a bad man, I can tell . . .. I’m Tania by the way.” She said and held out her right hand to me. How was it we were only introducing ourselves at this late stage.“How do you do Tania, I’m John.” I said as I shook her hand, “Now Tania what are we. And Joe had obliged. Her thin body, still firm and hard with years of work, her small breasts, and even her belly, still showing some of the stretch marks from Naomi and Nicky–all of it was still the girl he married, the girl he loved. On her hands and knees on the bed, Joe behind her like a bull to a cow, their animal mating, her orgasms and her final collapse to keep his cum in her, to let it make the baby they wanted…this was what brought her here. And she wasn’t giving it up. Even so, she.