There she is, leaving now. That was fast, she must have fallen down the stairs! Who's the guy with her? They don't seem very close. Quite curt and pro...essional towards each other. Can't be him.She's taking off toward her car now, I follow quickly, making sure I'm not seen and recognised. I wait a while before following her up the stairs to the level we're parked on. I get to my car just as she has driven down the ramp, still no sign of a companion.Dean forest country park.17:33.Followed her to. Avoiding the usual tourist hot spots, we parked off the road in a generally unspoilt, that is to say, quieter, area. Here we donned our walking boots, and marked the position on the GPS - it can sometimes be quite difficult to find your car amongst the trees.Perhaps I should introduce ourselves. I am Simon Carswell, an accountant, and my wife is Marianne, a teacher. We are both in our 40's, but are slim and look a lot younger. Michelle is very attractive - light brown hair worn long, blue eyes. She sounded a bit breathless and giggly so I put my back against the wall and peeked around the corner.Linda was standing in the center of the hall. Her attention was on a short man with a military haircut. I could see the collar rank pin over his right shoulder and the man was a colonel. What surprised me was that Linda had her right hand on his shoulder and was teasing her own hair with her left as she spoke."Really? That sounds so important! Tell me about what you do!"The colonel shook and. Then I looked into his eyes. ”But is there anything in your code of ethics that stops you from taking me upstairs now and shagging my brains out?"He chortled. "I don't think so. I’ll just sign for the meal and then we’re good to go.”~~~~He undressed me slowly, kissing every inch of skin as he uncovered it. He took an age removing my panties, and by the time he came to take off his own clothes, I was wet and panting for him.For a man approaching middle age, he was in superb condition, and I lay.