Then they both put their son out of their heads and concentrated on their own erotic pleasure.“So, where are we going?”“I thought Woody might li...e to go to the woods to show off his wood”“Oh ha ha. Oh, I see, the woods! Lots of private places?”“You catch on eventually.”They walked on and then caught the bus out of town to Shankhill Park. The park starts well manicured, but cutbacks have meant the arboretum has been left to its own devices now. Between the planted trees, self-seeded trees and. Suddenly a hand moves aside my lace briefs and a warm mouth is placed between my legs. My lips and clit are also tingling as a liquid touches them. I realise that it is here where more champagne is to be used.My own wetness now mingles with the bubbles that have entered me and I sense little drips moving down my inside thighs. Unable to close my legs or show any coyness, I feel myself blush.Before I can reflect on the sensation, I feel a sudden strike, the sharp sting of a crop, across first. Nikki quietly ate her salad and sandwich while the girl giggled and chatted more and more in an endless choir of noise. It was ten minutes before 9:00 p.m. when Nikki knocked on Andrea’s door. The redhead opened it up in nothing but her bra and panties, her noticeable breasts on full display. “Come on it,” she said, turning on heel and marching back to where she was putting on make-up. Layla and another girl from the team, Sandy, were also in the room, although they were clothed. But of them. Just like other Sundays, after we’d clean up and dry off, an hour later, we’d be sitting on the couch, watching the commentators make their picks and chowing down on some chorizo and eggs (he might’ve cooked), or some biscuits and gravy (means I cooked). Once we finished, we dumped our plates and the pots in the sink to soak as the games would be getting ready to start. Like normal, he was sitting upright on the couch, and I relaxed my head on his lap and belly. “You comfortable,” he asked..