And she looked good in them. A big triangle of cotton girding her ample hips and her two milky thighs beneath. Heather spread her legs and let me do...the honors. And what an honor it was removing this white cotton pair of panties. There was the winterbush of my fantasies. If she ever had shaved in more seasonable weather, there was no evidence of it this December. Beautiful wide triangle of black pubic hair. Hair trailing along the labia majora, almost but not quite covering her labia. I hear you sigh, as I smooth my lubricated fingers over your ribs and down to you waist, then down to your outer thighs, down to the backs of your knees, and then across and back up your legs to your buttocks. You whisper, and I slide my hands around your waist, running them over your belly, encircling you, cuddling you. You feel the hardness of my erection pressing in to the small of your back, through my soaking wet jeans. The water runs over us both, as I kiss your neck and watch the. As the days got hotter and we got into the real summer, Joan and I explored the whole land thereabouts. When we finished helping old Mr Henry to count his cows and Miss Grindley to feed her hens and when we had gotten all clued up as to the history of the inhabitants of the village from Mr Fawcett we just took ourselves off to that stile and sat down on the ground beneath it, our heads resting on the old wooden planks and our bodies wrapped in the tall dry grass lying over us. And we just. “This might be something you want to see.” I say to him before turning running my hand across his erection as I move away. I walk to the podium while Lilo goes to the bar. I stand and move the pole between my hands gripping it as everyone else on the podium scatter. “Well we have a special treat for everyone!” the DJ shouts out to the audience before pointing up into our lounge “We have a birthday girl who wants to give everyone a special present!” He continues as I see an image of me standing.