In my bag I’ve a nice compact digital video and still camera that has a detachable viewing screen. I place the camera against the rail’s middle po...t, and set it to watch the field. Plugging in the extension cable I detach the viewing screen, and move back against the board. Like this I’m not visible from the ground, because to be far enough away to see onto the ledge they’re too far away to make out anything as small as me lying at the back. I settle down to wait, glancing at the camera screen. Since Thanksgiving, when the first real snow arrived we, on Saturday mornings, fanned out like an army of ants at a July picnic. With snow shovels slung over our shoulders, we knocked on stranger’s doors offering to shovel driveways, sidewalks, roofs, cars and patios. Hell, we’d shovel anything to earn fifty cents to reach the magic goal of three dollars and ninety-eight cents for a carton. Then, right before Christmas, all of us had enough saved to see Mr. Reese’s at his store. Mr. Reese, knew. My nipples become erect as I think back to just a few moments ago and the passion we shared. I can't control the muscles in my pussy as it contracts expelling what is left of your cum as it trickles out and flows between my legs. I close my eyes as I savour the sensation. I can see us in my mind as I relive the moments of our union and the intensity of my orgasm.I hear the water as it sprays upon your body. I am envious of every drop that touches your skin. I am so jealous of the silky sweet. She was half Irish, so her complexion was very fair. There were a few freckles on her face, but they were light, and you could only see them when you were up close. What I remember the most about her skin was that it was soft and smooth. Maybe over the years, this aspect has been exaggerated in my mind, but I can't recall anyone else I know whose skin was that soft and smooth.I was also quite thick in my teens (and even now, for that matter). My breasts were always a bit larger than hers, but I.