She said, "Back in the sixties, my father used to work at the embassy, so I was actually born here in Washington. We lived here for ten years before m...oving to Spain. I had a good start on the English language, so when I got out of high school I came back to the states to attend college. When I graduated, they offered me a job as an interpreter for the embassy. I've been working here for two years, and I really enjoy it. One of the interesting parts is that I get to meet all kinds of different. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm amazed you're still talking to me," she said."It's not as bad as all that." But I've hurt you. No, don't deny it; I can see it in your eyes. I'm so sorry."She pulled one of my hands into her lap, holding it softly at first, then interlocking our fingers and squeezing. She lifted her head and kissed me, soft and tender. I felt her hand begin to softly rub my chest, and I moaned with pleasure into her mouth.But when her hand slid further down to gently rub. If you fall, I'll just drag you. When we get there, I'll tell you what this is all about."They managed to get to the trees without Ed falling, so they worked their way in until they could not be seen by the casual passerby. Ethel untied the rope from her saddle horn and threw the end over a sturdy limb about 14 feet off the ground. The loose end hanging down was just barely long enough to be retied to the saddle horn.When that was done, she dismounted and removed Ed's gag. "Ed, I said that when. .. lower..., my heart pounding, my breathing quickening as I touched the entrance to my ass. I couldn't believe the sensation as the vibrations surged against the tiny muscle. Rolling on my side, I continued to fuck myself with the dildo while pressing the vibe against my "anal cherry." It didn't take long before a familiar sexual tension began to build within me. I began softly moaning, whimpering in delight as the combined sensations of the dildo and the vibe began to overwhelm me. .