Which was the sadder for Cynthia? Seeing her husband slouched in his chair escaping from his own wife in his damnable business papers? Or the ghostly ...bsence of her children who had once formed so large a part of her life? Whichever, Cynthia was a disturbed woman, and her response was exactly that of her daughters. She wanted to escape this room, to simply get the hell out."Good-bye, Roger."Having broke the silence with that, Cynthia went straight to the hall to get her coat, and in a moment. Then the jeans come down and off and she turns some to lay them down and then grabs the tops of her panties and pulls them down.As she steps up to get out of them I see some dark pubic hair hanging down enough to show from the rear, between her legs. All that does is remind me that there's a pussy in there between those legs. I can feel my hard-on getting even stiffer. Cripes she's sexy. I'm 6'1" and she's a little shorter so must be about 5"10" or so with long, long legs. Really pretty legs. Shivers ran over her, so warm and yet still shivering. Over the next dune they sat down in the sand. He leaned over her and looked deep into her eyes. He could feel her very soul burning with desire. They had waited so long for this moment.Her perfume filled his senses, his soft lips brushed against her cheek. She sighed so gently. Her breath was shorter now. Like a butterfly his lips danced all over her cheeks, inching closer and closer to her mouth. So soft and warm so gentle and loving. Her. We are going to a big park I found a few days ago. It has lots of trees and meadows. Some parts are crowded, some not.Arriving at the park I stop the car near some trees and we walk to a small opening behind the trees. The opening is visible from the road but there’s no traffic.Motioning Sarah to stop, I put my hands around her pulling her close. I untie the strings holding her top and bottom on. They fall to the ground so I can feel her naked body close to mine. My hand roams across her bum.