Overall she was far from being unattractive, she had a quite pretty face but her real redeeming feature was the smile that she had inherited from Mum ...nd Auntie Maggie, it was a shame that she seldom used it and just pouted or scowled most of the time. Emma was totally devoid of any dress sense, and despite both Mum and Maggie spending hours with her shopping and treating her to decent togs, she habitually wore either shabby jeans and an old Bob Marley t-shirt which had once been mine, or. I let him enjoy it.“It’s a mile from here, not far from a croft. Beyond that, ancient woodland, uncleared for a millennium, maybe never. We found it in a natural clearing, the soil too shallow for more than grass and heathers. It’s too deliberate, the time and effort, the care and attention for something, or someone, very special.”Looking at it again, he snorted with derision, “I hope you have not wasted my time with this.”I demurred, “I am not wasting your time,” and narrowed my eyes in. Consedering last week it had done nothing but rain the tree was now dry enough to sit on which is exactly what she did. Propping her bike at the end she sat with her legs either side and just laid back enjoying the sun, her short skirt rising up as she laid back and stretched out. Her knickers still damp from the bike and heat she felt trickles of sweat running down her legs, ignoring them she started to fall asleep. Soon she began to stir,she must have been really sweating,her pussy was. .....................................Georg was fucking his wife from the rear when he noticed faint marks across Agathe’s Otherwise perfect bottom . He traced a line along one of the lines and asked “are these the marks of the cane my darling” ? Agathe was close to yet another orgasm as she gasped ,her voice faltering with passion, “ Papa cane’s us regularly , and Elsa too”.Georg was a firm believer in strict discipline for c***dren and wives as was the time honoured fashion in Austrian.