Out of my peripheral vision, I saw movement coming from the trail. Luke and I froze, our first reaction being that we had been caught doing something...bad.On the path looking at Luke and I was an older guy wearing a red speedo, a wide brim Akubra hat (Aussie version of a Stetson) and a towel over his shoulder. This must be Russel. Another member of my site who had told me he'd love to come and watch some speedo action and he would wear a red speedo so I would know it was him.Russel said hi and. Then it was time to leave the house,and I had to get nice and pretty for our movie date. I had to ride shot gun next to his mom but that didn't stop him from trying to tease me. Soon I felt his hand rub slowly and smoothly on my tiny arm, and I put my hand behind my seat to hold his hand. As we held hands my mind was racing with dirty, wet & hard fuck images. I rubbed his leg and he rubbed my little hand. I wanted so bad to touch his big cock and to rub it tell he cummed on my hand. Sadly, my. It didn't seem like very long and almost suddenly, I could feel the shadow like effect behind me but. I paid no attention to this, the clouds would block out the sun light frequently during the day.My arms were stretched out, palms down. I spread my legs even farther apart. My husband could clearly see my shaved pussy and the wetness still covering it. He was close enough to see me, smell me. He was ready to touch me, taste me...he knelled down between my feet and walked on his knees to get. Her breath escaped through flared nostrils until lips burst open in uncontrollable sighs. "Mmm fuuu....." Her stomach ached for him, the scarf gliding between her legs, he knew her, God, he knew her....It took an eternity for the slow drag of silk on her pussy to train upward.Upward externally and mentally, also upward internally. How could such a simple cloth feel like the hardness she now yearned for with such amplitude. Again and again over her body. Ohhhh! Over her face veiling her in silk,.