I had seen her around, the voluptuous brunette. She had big brown eyes, some nice fucking tits and a phat ass. She fucken smelled delicious as hell. ... I opened the door for her and as she walked in she grabbed my hand. "Come here." She said. I followed her in and she brought me close. She pressed her lips against mine, our tongues dancing together. She sucked on my tongue, I could feel my cock getting hard. She stopped and pushed me away. "What's wrong?" I asked. " I have to tell. You have to be the famous Ms Roberta I've heard of"? "Me? Famous? I'm the crazy old walking lady", she gushed in reply. He turned slowly saying "they didn't tell me you were a hottie" and ran way again. He heard her giggling as he left the track. Berta finished her walk, was back at home and noticed her panties were damp removing them for her shower. Under the water soaping herself, her own touch excited her! She thought, "damn girl, what is this"? It had been more than 10 years since she last. "You've seen how they're dancing, I felt you stiffen," she said. "I saw him pull her in like that. She did resist then just gave in."We watched them. He was holding her waist, whispering in her ear, and she was shaking her head. He kissed her hair then her ear. She did not react beyond a smile. His hand drifted to her bottom, the other played with her hair at her neck, another smile. Her hands on his shoulders. Then the crowd came between us and we lost sight of them.The song ended, and. All shapes and sizes, ages and races of both genders were well represented, (although there were more males than females that day). I found a spot for my towel and beach chair, and with one quick breath, I removed my bathing suit. No one looked! No one cared! I lathered up with sunscreen and was stark naked in the warm air and bright sun with a large group of kindred spirits. (Yes, I saw a few pervs, and some dressed oglers trying to discretely steal some photos, but for the most part,.