We dressed,or at least she did,I had only managed to drop my jeans, her tights would been soaked in cum by the time we got home, she said she would ha...e to peel them out of her pussy.The rain had almost stopped and the fire was nearly out, but I poured the rainwater on it to make sure and stamped the ashes, spreading them out until you couldn’t see there had been a fire, I had plans to have her here again and didn’t want anyone to notice we’d been here, I rolled two cigarettes, and we headed. "God you're good" he said. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down and off his feet, his cock was standing proudly in his undies. "When did you wank last?" "God knows a few weeks ago" he answered. Running my tongue up and down his stem through his undies I thought he was going to come, I pulled them down using my teeth and took them off his feet.Pre cum was oozing out of his eye as I licked his helmet, as I ran my mouth up and down his cock he ran his hand over the back of my head. It. The electric tingle went down her spine again. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and nodded. In the parking lot, he held the passenger door of his car open for her. She asked where they would go. He smiled and quoted some proverb about the virtues of patience. She pouted. She hated when she had to be patient. While driving, he would brush her knee not-so-accidentally when shifting the car’s gears, each time leaving his hand on her knee for a little longer. Finally, putting the car into. So went into the garden of Mango trees and sat on a stone under a tree. After some time a young woman of about 20 to 25 years came chasing two goats out of a corn field. She was shouting and abusing the owners of the goats for eating the corn in her field. She was shouting “Nee Kuthalo naa moguni modda, Na chelo padi dengichukoka pothe ee Mamidi thotalo denginchukokudatha” (My husband’s penis in your vagina, Why don’t you get fucked in this mango garden instead of getting fucked in our corn.