I would go into the woods around dusk, not dark, as I wanted to be seen. One woman in particular called Pat was my target. She was a 30 something good...looking quiet type woman not known to my family which was a plus. It was well known around the area that her husband rarely took her anywhere as he was always out drinking so she would go the nightly bingo game using the park footpath to get there. For weeks I went to those woods and masturbated watching her pass by hoping she would see me. Then. Soon our moans--and both of us became surprisingly noisy--echoed the moans continuing next door. A most definitely Russian sounding shouted orgasm made us chuckle, but we soon announced our own exhilarating conclusion, me with a grunt and Molly with a raucous squeal. Panting became quieter until Molly breathed steadily returning to sleep. I lost consciousness soon after even before my penis had completed its softening and shrinking and fallen out of its warm and wet and cozy home.At 6:30 am. Erins' touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But astime went on and Beth didn't awake and protest, her touch got moreaggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot toappear on Beth's panties and now she was so excited that she didn'tcare if Beth did wake up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted thewaste band of Beths' panties and held them up while she slid theother hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft, tinypatch of sprouting pubic hair and found her. "Be gentle Jimmy," Polly whispered her voice full of trepidation butalso lust.Jimmy was kneeling on the couch, Polly's spread legs open wide as heattempted to guide his penis into her anus.Polly grunted with pain."Sorry babe!" Jimmy apologisedJimmy spat on his penis and rubbed it all over, then he spat and rubbedit on her puckered bud."How romantic," Polly giggled."Shut up," Jimmy laughed along with her.Jimmy pushed forward and the head of his penis pierced her sphincter.Polly moaned and bucked.