She fucks who she wants when she wants and some times I get to eat her afterward. This story took place at Christmas time. We had a few couples over f...r a small Christmas party , it was a well behaived party. My wife wore a skirt that came to her knees and a Christmas sweater with Santa on it. She had on red stockings held up by a garter belt and a half cup bra left her nipples uncovered. But no one there even noticed all that sexy underware. It was about midnight and everyone started to leave. Plus a few women’s clothes botiques, and a store for infant and toddler closthes and ware. Not to mention the candy shop which seems to be incredibly popularThe candy shop sets in a corner of the town square and is famous for its candies built right on premises in the old warehouse behind the shop. And every Friday night there is virtually a line up of women down the block waiting to go in just to come out with a small bag of jelly beans. Oh that’s not to say they don’t buy other. My initial response was to breath deeply move close to her ear and whisper "I can son fix that" before kissing her neck and cheek at the same time sliding my hand up her thigh mmmmm stockings the dirty bitch had been planning this.She looked at me totally seriously as I slipped a finger into her panties and said "I want you to take me to the woods after work, the ones at the back of the industrial estate"Now I knew that she knew these woods were a dogging hotspot as we had often talked about. The fishing at Bermagui was good, as was the side trip from Batemans Bay to Canberra, our nation’s capitol where I based myself in a caravan park so that I could spend a week visiting the National Gallery, War Museum and the National Archives where I did some research into the family history. Not wanting to be a mobile chicane up the escarpment from Wollongong I took the Hume Highway route from Canberra to the southern outskirts of Sydney then the M7 and M2 to miss the heavy city traffic until.