"How about a sweater?"Our Aunt Caroline had given me a sweater for my birthday, just a month before, and I pulled it out of my third drawer. Sharon ma...e a non-committal face, then told me to put it on. "No, not over your dress shirt. Idiot. Take that thing off and put your stupid knit shirt back on first. God."I turned my back on her and complied. Turning back around, she frowned. "Well, put on the jeans, and a pair of white socks, and you might be okay. Oh, and brush your hair and your teeth. There I deliberately dropped my purse and bend to pickup. My ass was partially visible. Few boys and men stopped for a while to have a look. There we picked few items and returned home. I was about to enter inside the gate when he requested to go inside the park. Then we went inside the park in front of our house. There was not a single person in the park. Because of the high profile locality only children and few elderly people nearby used to come to the park in the morning and in the evening.. Of course, her pretty backside was facing straight at the worked up to a frenzy neighbor. Martin was right on the verge of blowing his load and his daughter-in-law Mitzi was fixing to head right to her bedroom and rub out a nice one on the teddy bear that her absent spouse had sent to her from Alaska where he was stationed for a long twelve months without benefit of accompanied dependents. She was starting to get a little confused because she wasn't certain if she was imagining she was on top. .. And trees – I like to wrap myself around a tree trunk, or a branch, and just rub against it. Not like those hippy tree-huggers, I really like to grind my pussy against them – the rougher the bark the better ... I’ve actually given myself quite a few cuts and scratches – but I don’t mind, it all adds to the sensation!”The look on Charley’s face says it all. This is a strange lady!We cut to the outside ... A black van approaching along a narrow country lane – it’s almost ominous... Inside,.