I love French kissing them and also adore seeing their very dark hands on my tits. I was very excited now, knowing there were b*****rs out there in th... woods that I would hopefully soon be entertaining. The guy who had given me the light was about 30. He was quite tall as I only towered over him by about 5 inches. In my 6" heels that made him about 6' 2". He was very clean looking. Certainly even in the dark night I could see he was clean shaven. It was a little awkward as I wasn't sure if he. I am at the office alone on Saturdays. This would be a great place to talk with no interruption”.“That will be great, Sarah. How about noon or so. I will stop and get lunch if that’s ok”.“Good, I will see you about noon.”I stopped and picked up lunch, then headed to Sarah’s office which was about twenty minutes away. On the drive I was trying to think of what to say and how to say it. I arrived and was glad to see only Sarah’s car in the parking lot. I still had a key to the building since. I said, no problem, I shall cover for you. She agreed. We two went there, she had asked me to take away my eyes, I asked her, will there be any problem if I see her doing it. She smiled and said okay. She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down. Her ass looks more sexy then it appears under clothes. She was squatting down under a tree facing her butt towards me, I placed my left hand under her butt and stopped her from squatting, she could not start the water feeling my palm on her butt, my. I had always wanted to be more open and honest with Carol. I trusted that our love was strong and that honesty and communication would improve our already strong marriage. And I always harbored a hope that communication could lead us to sharing of experiences, and eventually into active swinging. Carol had never shown interest in heading that way. She was raised in a strict Catholic household, and believed in avoiding even the whiff of a scent of possible conflict. “And that needs to change?”.