It always made me remember that whatever we were arguing about was a small thing compared to the love we shared. That’s all gone now. I still have ...he house. It is still decorated for Christmas and always will be. There is a tree in the corner with baubles and lights. Underneath the tree are presents. Garland is strung up and down the stairwell. Stockings are hung by the fireplace that is as cold and dark as my heart. Sitting in my favorite chair I look up on the wall to the painting we had. The lack of wind behind my shelter actually made it quite warm, and as I lay, relaxed and dosing, I dreamed of nubile naked ladies and my cock got a little firmer. I stroked it gently, but didn't want to go for an all out wank.I dosed."Do you mind if we sit here?" A male voiced asked, "Take advantage of your windbreak?"I opened my eyes and looked toward the voice. Right at the chubby groin of a woman of about 50. The round of her belly fell into the bump of flesh just above a neatly trimmed. The younger one glances back at us and says "Going down?" We nod our heads yes and pretend to watch the numbers as we descend. With my back to him, fly open, pants buckled, he is still thrust deep inside me. My voluminous skirt hides our indiscretion, but our faces almost give us away. Unable to resist, I gently squeeze my vaginal muscles in a steady rhythm while gently rocking my hips. To our audience, it just looks like I'm fidgeting when I'm really discretely building our pleasure. . But I knew that I would be lucky if I kissed someone like Pierce again. ‘Come on, we’d better get back,’ he smirked as he pulled away. ‘I hear they’re playing ‘Pin the Veil on the Bride’ next. We can’t miss that.’ And with a wink, he was gone, his dark figure silhouetted by a thin ray of moonlight as he disappeared amongst the trees. I hesitantly followed as my hands touched my cheeks, feeling my burning skin, and realized that I would give up everything if it meant I could stay here, alone.