My hands began to massage and caress your every curve, you moaned again, turn over, you turned and I drizzled the oil again from head to toe and began... massaging and working my fingers in all the right places, your pussy began to respond, when I was done you got on top of me and drizzled oil all over me, massaging my body, I love it, to the point my dick got hard and you smiled. I could sense you wanted to wrap your lips around my dick, you smiled again and leaned forward and wrapped your lips. But back to you…” I looked at her expectantly. “Oh, yes,” she stammered, more than a little flustered. “I’ve lived here since forever. My parents moved to the Canaries a few years ago, after I graduated from university; my mother’s got rheumatism and the climate there is a lot easier on her than ours here.” I nodded in understanding. And who wouldn’t want to live a thousand miles closer to the equator, rheumatism or not. “I hope you’re not lonely, living on your own.” She bit her lip cutely,. “I promise, I’ll tell them to back off on watching you.”“I’m not making any decisions based on them,” I told her. “If I leave, it’ll be because I have a better offer somewhere else.”I was starting to calm down some, but I still desperately wanted to go door to door and punch out whoever answered at each house, just to make them aware how I feel about them.“They honestly meant well,” she told me, sheepishly.“They failed,” I said bluntly, and probably a little harshly.I was in no mood to be. Before suddenly looking back up again in an almost exaggerated double-take! Clearly, he wanted to check that he'd really seen what he thought he'd seen... and liked! i didn't want to disappoint the lad, so i deviated from your instructions a little and, selecting a bench just a little way round the pond on the opposite side to where he sat, i plonked myself down.i should mention that the pond is an artificial one, oval in shape and about fifty foot long by thirty foot across. A gravel path.