.come here"She reaches out with her right hand palm up, index finger curling, beckoning.He looks up then begins slowly to come to her, looking nervous...but determined. As he draws near she remains seated on the log but opens her legs, she's wearing a black knee length skirt, t shirt, no bra or panties. He waddles right upto her and stops just at her knees, glancing nervously at me.Reaching out with both arms she grasps his hands and pulls him in so he's stood right up close between her legs,. As her hands came back up my body they stopped at my breasts and she squeezed my nipples between her fingers. They went rock hard and I moaned a little. Debbie backed-off, lifted her top off over her head and unfastened her skirt. After a little push it fell to the floor leaving us both naked.Jon came back in at that point and told us to go outside into sun on the grass. Debbie grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. She gave me the impression that she was in some sort of hurry, but that went. She flinched and reached out in front of her and then dropped her arms back to her sides when she felt nothing there. The 'tongue' slowly slipped inward and Susan took a deep breath when she felt her tongue being touched. Again she felt the pressure of the soft fabric being pushed onto her swelling labia and she moaned softly into the unseen 'mouth'.Unconsciously her tongue pressed back against the presence's 'tongue' and delicious sensations flooded her mind as the two tongues danced and. He never begrudged her those indulgences.They had been having problems. Money was scarce and he worked long hours, coming home exhausted. She was patient, but sometimes the frustrations ran over. It had been that way for several weeks now. He was always away. Even when he was home, he was away, too distracted to pay attention to her. She was home alone far too often. Even their lovemaking last night had not relieved the loneliness. Home early on a Friday was an unexpected treat.Sunlight.