Taking my drink I headed off, as I stepped out into what looked like a rundown beer garden I got my cigs out. As I sat down and was minding my own bus...ness a young man of around 22 came through clutching a drink, we made small talk and then he said “Do you have a spare cigarette” “Yes of course” as I handed one to him. As we talked about nothing in particular he said “There’s more room round here” pointing, I got up and followed him to a secluded area where there was a bench. We sat down and I. That’s made him laugh. A new first for the fourth one, I’ve just pissed myself. I already stink of old piss, my piss and all my rapists` piss and probably Uncle Tom Cobley`s piss as well, but up until now, I’ve managed to do my own peeing between their visits so that the only public pissing was them doing it over my face and hair. Still, if I had enough pee left in me to be able to do it again, then I would. Whilst he’s laughing he’s not hitting me with that fucking scourge!Agggggghhhhhhhhhhh!. As she looked at him, she hoped Deirdre was right. He looked perfect.Without even meaning to, she leant in, gazing up into his eyes. She felt his arms wrap around her, a splash of cider dribbling down her back as he wobbled his pint glass but none of that mattered as their lips met.She felt her insides melt as she kissed him. She pressed against him. The bulge in his jeans was so noticeable. She wondered fleetingly if he could feel her nipples against his chest as his arms hugged her close to. Some were alone, some with roommates; some were mother and daughter. All were dressed to show off their best assets. Some wore tight jeans displaying firm round buttocks. Some wore shorts to display shapely tanned legs. Some wore blouses to show large perky breasts. The ladies that drew my eye had two or more attractive assets on display. One tall woman accompanied by her mother, had jeans that were pulled tight over a small but well-rounded ass. Her blouse was not transparent or low cut, but.