Or was it me that was different? Had I been this excited when I was with Irina in the woods that night, or was it just nerves?My musings were short-li...ed, as I suddenly felt the firm grip of Paul’s hand on my cock over the material of my jeans. I moaned into his mouth, my knees weakening at the surprise sensation. I could feel Paul smile against my mouth, and the grip of his left hand on my ass tightened in time with his right on my member. I could feel my cock leaking precum again, his. Her husband of three months was out drinking with pals instead of being with her. She’d really gotten into “fucking”, as she now bravely called it, and hadn’t had any today. Her husband’s ‘shine was ok if mixed with orange juice and she was a bit juiced up herself when he staggered in the door, followed by a young man she didn’t recognize. Before she could protest her husband announced loudly and slurred, “This here’s Tommy he ain’t got a place to stay I gotta piss!”That sprang her into action. “Where is the loincloth?” she asks.“In the bathroom. Be sure to go before you put it on.”says Anne.I look at Mona’s butt as she leaves the room.In a few minutes she comes out. She has medium sizedwhite breasts with small pink nipples. We go into thesmaller bedroom. The cross is on the floor. She lies onthe bed, face up, trembling. The bed creaks. Art goesinto the kitchen and puts on the gloves I have placedbeside the planter. He strips off two leaves andreturns to. A gust of wind hit, causing Ai to stagger a bit and the shovel to tilt backwards. That wasn't good. Considering the matter, Ai stepped up to it again and turned the shovel so the wind passed on either side of the blade. There. Much better.Now, where to hide?About twenty feet away was a clump of leafless bushes with a bare patch inside them. Ai got down and crawled through a gap in the branches, coming up in a spot out of the wind and somewhat hidden. She could just barely see the shovel from.