Danny could almost see the place as the woman must have been picturing it.

When she climbed the dilapidated stairs, Danny followed.

"This was his room," she said. "Oh, those hours we spent!"

Danny's spine tingled. This was like being in a movie, he thought.

His spine wasn't the only thing that tingled. His prick was once again bulging in his pants. But why, he didn't know. Maybe because he knew that chicks offered their cunts to boys in these abandoned rooms. Maybe because he was alone with this attractive woman. But the chances of this rich old lady offering to take care of his horniness seemed very unlikely.

"The bed was right here," she said. "We could look out at that oak. At least that seems the same. Just the same as it did then."

She went to the window and stared out for a long time. As she did, Danny surveyed her body again. Below her fur jacket, her ass swelled. Her dress was tight, hugging her ass-cheeks and showing off their round shape.

"Looking out this window, I can almost forget all the years that have gone by," the woman said.

Her voice had become softer, breathy. The whole experience was very exciting for Danny. This sort of thing didn't happen often in Rocky Creek.

Danny walked to the woman's side. He felt as though he were walking up to a wild animal, an animal that could be dangerous. But Danny couldn't stop himself. He felt drawn to the woman by some mysterious force.

He looked at the view over her shoulder. At the same time, he felt the warmth of her body and smelled her perfume.

Suddenly, the woman leaned back. The soft fur of her jacket pressed against Danny's chest. Her head rested on his shoulder. Danny didn't know what to do. So he stood like a lamppost, offering support for the strange lady.

She affected him in several ways. His prick leaped, straining against the material of his pants. His heart pounded. And his legs felt like running. Of course, it was his prick that ruled.