He flattened down a patch of ground with his feet, then lay down the blanket. He offered his hand again, and she took it. He lowered her down on the s...rface of it, then lay next to her. He opened the bottle of wine with a pen knife. They passed it back and forth, saying few words, taking in the world around them. And so it came to be that their last fuck ever, the last time they saw each other, took place took place under a darkening sky littered with stars, a cool summer breeze blowing in. “No, I’d like to see what Mike is doing. I haven’t seen him yet, is he downstairs?” asked Lauren drinking her coffee.“Lori!” shouted her mother from the stairs, “Do you want to go swimming today with Mike - he’s going to the pool at about midday.”“I don’t know. I’ll have a think” shouted Lauren, and then to Nikki, “Well, that answers that, shall we go?”“Yes, definitely, it’ll be a laugh, and I like the pool, it’s better than the one at my Dad’s hotel.”“OK, we’ll go too” shouted Lauren.And so,. “The seat’s cold.” I said to Mike.“What did you expect Sis?”“I didn’t think about the seats.”“You’re going to find that problem every time that you sit down. If your pussy is leaking as much as it was last night you’re going to leave a little puddle on all the seats as well. Have you got any tissues in that bag?”“Yes, oh well, I’ll just have to get used to that problem won’t I?”“Yes, and maybe you shouldn’t have opened your jacket until you got into school, you’ve got your headlights on full. It was the second time that he had done this. 'Gonna work this into your pussy OK babe?' he asked, his eyes fixed against mine. I nodded meekly. I trusted this man entirely. The last time that he did this the cream felt soft, delicious and cooling. Feeling him mix it around with his still-warm semen was a decadent, sensuous feeling. I felt his fingers sliding against my pussy lips and they seemed to engorge again, just as if he was about to mount me. The cream, the teasing, it seemed to make my.