How could I forget, we made love in that field. Quite possibly one of the best days of my life. “Yes, Charlie, I remember everything about that day....�� As I looked at the picture I could smell the meadow flowers and feel the warm summer breeze. Charlie smiled as I said, “You made love to me in that field.”It was a perfect day, we walked to the middle of the field, a distant church bell blended with the sound of bird-call and the gentle wind through the long grasses. Setting our tartan blanket. The air-conditioner was set to low and I saw for the first time her naked body. I was right, her breasts were like two melons and hang down to her midriff. Even though she was plump there was a definite flair out to her wide hips. Her pubic hairs were almost non-existent and her bottom was round and still firm. I know her body was no match as that of a woman my age, but she still looked good to me.It appeared she loved giving men a blow job, for no sooner than she got in bed that she dived down. Your free hand slides up my pleated skirt and fumbles your thick fingers into the side of my panties. I squirm, excited, a little shocked that you are touching me there, and I like it so much. I am aching, tingling, pushing my tight, wet little pussy against your curious fingers as I suck. My moans hum a vibration against the head of your cock as you fuck my mouth harder.I lift my eyes to your face once more, watching the excitement on your face as your cock pounds my lips, watching the bead of. I reached down, lifted up her dress and slipped my finger into her wet pussy while our kissing intensified, as I worked first one, then two and finally three fingers inside her. I could feel her excitement grow, my index finger was rotating on her perfect firm clit while her juices were starting to flow over my other two fingers. "I think I need something more in there she groaned as her breathing intensified and I could tell she was so ready for full sex. Then she took over, reaching down and.