I smiled to myself when I saw her button. Thinking that even a blind, sexual neophyte would have little problem finding it, even on a night as black a... pitch. I teased her, ever so deliciously, flicking my tongue up from underneath her clit were it joined the labia, while simultaneously rubbing its sensitive upper side with a wet finger. In no time, her lower torso squirmed to the slow, mounting pleasure. Karen asked, ‘What are you doing to her?’ I answered, mirthfully, ‘Hardly anything at. As I continued along the path I then became aware of some noise coming from the tree-line just too my left some 30yards away, judging from the noises somebody was getting fucked or sucked and was obviously enjoying it. A little further on a lad about 20yrs old approached obviously looking for action but in all honesty tonight I was after mature dick so headed off towards the layby end of the park. As I neared the exit from the park into the layby I spotted someone approaching from the opposite. He sat on the bedside, his nose now opposite her dark mons peering from below the suspender belt, her thick curly hair, above that slot, that secret slot that very cleft he arrived in this world from. He touched her tentatively, her legs began to buckle, her hands clasping his head for support, he slewed her to sit beside him on his bedspread, both falling back to lay with her legs over the side and her feet on the bedside carpet, he slid his hand to her sex, his fingers this time knowing where. ” He moved so that he could kiss her lips. It was always good when Yvette went away for work. If Kate didn’t have to go with her, she would come over and he would screw her. It had started not long after his wife had started working with Kate. He still lusted for his wife, but he had always had an eye for other women, and Kate was so convenient that he had to make use of her. It was fun to think his wife was working, while he was screwing her colleague.“You know, Yvette thinks I should have sex.