Maybe the forms would be a welcome distraction from her breasts which seemed to be straining against her blouse. So I adopted the most comfortable pos...tion which was lying on my stomach facing the tree and started filling them out. I must have been going for quite a few minutes when I got writers cramp and looked up. HOLY SHIT Bev was leaning back against the tree with her eyes closed soaking up the sun with her knees up and bent and her ankles slightly apart. Fuck fuck fuck... you will have to. Under other circumstances it might seem cheap and tawdry, but it doesn’t matter to us – once I hold her in my arms, everything else seems to pale in insignificance. There’s nothing cheap about the way we love each other – it’s the most real emotion that I have experienced in a very, very long time. I arrive at the rendezvous with just myself. She arrives with plastic bags full of goodies. When we enter the room, I check out the bathrooms to make sure there are towels, and spread a fresh. ' I smiled , 'Also true.' Our chat developed into a proper conversation, we talked about her parents high expectations of them and their time at grammar school, and how my own time was a struggle with my mother's low expectations of me and her worry that I had learning difficulties and happily proving her wrong. Until the cafe staff turned the lights out . 'I think we'd better get on with the shopping, 'Karen said taking the key off the table and standing up, ' what had you come in for?' 'Cat. " I said, inspecting the wheel, without really looking at the woman."Where's your breakdown lorry?" she demanded, through the half open window.Actually I was damned sure that window was down further when I road past on the bike. By then it was more like three quarters closed. "So Mrs Bonham-Smyth, is nervous around bikers is she?" was the thought that crossed my mind. Yeah well, I did like to play the part of the ton up kid, even if I was pushing thirty-six.All right thirty-seven, but who's.