I covered all the way down over the backs of her legs and over her feet too."There, you're turn," I said holding out the bottle to her."No, it's not,"... she said rolling over with a smile on her face, "you still haven't done my front." But you can do that yourself." Are you a quiter Uncle Charlie, you're no where's near being done, are you going to quit now?" I'm not a quiter." Then finish," she said grinning up at me. She damn well knew that if I didn't she'd be beating me with the I told you so. ’ She confessed back. ‘Then.’ I said gesturing to the current situation we were in, ‘Velma, another woman from the peace bus, said it’s easiest just to get it over with someone you like rather than someone you love.’ She said, her eyes looking up at me softer. I smiled, ‘Velma might be right in her world but let’s not just do anything we are going to regret. more so, me than her as I was more than sure it was going to be a disaster going in after 20 years of heaving petting I wasn’t a pro at. I rushed over and stuttered ‘Hi Sarah. I, erm, brought you this back from Florida’. I handed her the black paper bag. She opened it and her eyes glistened. Her mouth wide open. ‘Wow’ she said, ‘it’s beautiful’. ‘Not as much as you though and its nothing much. I couldn’t afford what you actually deserve but I thought I’d get you something to make you feel special and wanted.’ ‘Well I certainly do now Connor!’ She softly said before leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. And that was it. I had. Minimal makeup to enhance what she has and hide any aging, body still in shape from the gym, pert breasts with just a B-cup with little sag. Common brown eyes with a bit of her strength in them.There is nothing so delicious as seeing a woman like that on her knees revelling in being debased and humiliated. They thrive on the duality of their natures and the release of their time as an abject slut fulfills them. They know they want it, they don't play games about it and are eager for it,.