Her head moves slightly towards me as I feel the tip of her tongue run along my moist wet slit. I lift my hips up towards her as I let out a groaning ...oan and I grip her hair in pleasure. One taste is all it takes for her; she shoves her face deep into my pussy. She's sucking hard on my clit as I buck my hips up to her. I let go of her hair as I begin to squeeze and tease my nipples harshly. Her tongue is diving into my tight hole as she fucks me, her fingers move up towards my clit pinching. But I touch none of them…I merely graze the barest top of your abdomen as I take the material in my finger tips and begin slowly raising it up…and slowly, taking a full minute as I let you feel the warmth of my fingertips slowly excite your bare skin. My fingertips trace up the sides of your bare abdomen, and slowly to your chest, exposing your bare skin to the cool temperature inside the car…almost cool. Those slow moving tips then move around to the front of your chest…grazing barely over. She was around mid 30's quite fit looking with dark red hair around 5'5" tall, pretty... to be honest I thought wow look at that she is out of my league, but here we were walking together.We kept up small talk, eventually telling a little of our stories to each other, I love to know about people... after a couple of hours we came to a stream to cross... we decided it was a nice spot to stop for a snack and to have a bit of a break... she took her boots off and sitting on a rock paddled her feet. Obviously Brenda knew the truth behind our marriages, but she and mum had become close friends and the elderly lady had cried with joy when mum asked if she would give her away,Alf Jones was my best man, a fact which made him glow with pride and Garry's cousin John was his, everybody from the factory was there, Susan and Agnes sniffing behind their handkerchiefs, but with good cause, the girls looked stunning in their identical white wedding dresses, although the vicar had tried to tell mum.