When he pulls on her wrists,she stops. Once more, she can detect the sound of the pack being dropped, thenoise softened by the grass. He takes hold of... her long, luscious hair. Even with all the trembles in herbody, she can feel him braiding her hair. Confused, she cannot resist how thegentle treatment at his hands makes her even more wet. Her thighs feel soakedwith her juices as he releases the single braid. She feels pressure on the back of her leg; his foot is pushing her down,forcing her to. The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.We said, “Man, what happened to you?”He said, “Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”The next night it was a different guy’s turn. In the morning, same thing, hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.We said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful!:He said, “Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night.”The third night was. Ted and I sat on the end of the bed and had a couple of sips of wine then Ted told me Mick thought I had a very nice body, especially my breasts. I never used to think my breasts were that great but guys did and post menopause I had swelled from a 36B to a 36D and even I thought they looked pretty impressive. Ted told me I should probably take my dress off before it got all creased and took my glass of wine from me as he kissed me before standing up.I stood up and faced Mick, asked Ted to unzip. You’re an exceptional young man and I have the pics to back it up. Hug me and kiss me, Lucien. I’m anxious to find you when you hide.”“For our first hug, you show me how you like for a man to hug you. Then, I’ll know more about our first kiss. -“I like the way you put that.”She reached for me with both arms wrapped around my neck. She pulled herself close and I felt her small breasts against my chest.I put my arms around her - under her arms and pulled her even closer as she looked up at me..