Roaming thoughts of ever-lingering memory of a time gone by and a clandestine rendezvous in the proverbial, ‘Out of the way cafe.’ The remembrance... of settling myself in a chair at a small table in a corner, and as I looked up to see you smile and greet me with a cheery ‘Hello you,’ as you walked over to the table. Six foot, distinguished, muscle-bound, yet kind and sensitive. A man any woman would be proud to know, who carried a tray, bearing the promise of something tasty. As I leaned back to. Setting the knife down, she picked up the brush and started painting the scene before her on the monitor she had captured. The image of Molly started taking shape as she held her newborn daughter. With precession strokes, she painted her friend on the canvas. An hour later, she laid the brushes and palette down on the table and walked over to the replicator and ordered a cup of cocoa. Sitting in her chair, she placed her hand on her belly and murmured her love to her baby. With her feet up, and. Otherwise you will either have to come back here for your second spanking or you will be arrested. Understood?”“Yes, ma’am,” Vera said still sobbing and still being so respectful to the eighteen-year-old lifeguard as a way of hiding her continuing embarrassment.Lindsay announced to the crowd, “Okay everyone, the fun is over.”The watching women and girls made their way out of the changing room chattering away leaving Lindsay, another lifeguard, Vera, Emma and the other two grandchildren.Lindsay. He gave me a knowing smile. A smile that said 'I'm about to fuck your slutty little Mrs and yours going to enjoy it!'. He then licked her face, grabbed a hand full of her hair and started to fuck her really hard. They were deep and forceful thrusts. She had never been fucked like that before. He was just using her, he didn't care if she came or felt pleasure. I always worked hard to make sure she came but he wasn't doing that, but she still moaned in ecstasy. The thrusts go harder and faster..