I love the texture. As if to prove my love to the tree, my right-hand falls to the bottom of my dress.I remember then that I still have tights on and ...uickly remove them. So much better! My dress remains, for now, but my sex is free. My left hand strokes the moss as my right hand strokes my own bush. I have overgrowth of my own and I don’t plan on ever trimming it. My fingers linger on my lips, slowly stroking back and forth but not entering; exciting myself and making me even wetter.Now my. ’ Cyndi pulled Reg’s hands up to cup her tits as she bent over and gave him a long wet kiss. Needless to say Reg was instantly awake as his wife reached down to feel how hard his cock was getting. ‘Give me a minute to lock the doors and turn off the lights and I’ll be right up.’ Cyndi went upstairs, turned down the bed and was pulling on a pair of nude thigh-high stockings when Reg came into the bedroom. He quickly stripped and lay back on the bed as he watched his wife slowly encase her long. Just as I had practiced, my dress opened all the way to the top of my thigh. The top of my stocking was plainly in sight of the boys, as was the garter strap and most of my thigh. I held the book open in front of me, so I could pretend not to notice what the boys were gawking at.As I paced back and forth in front of the room I had a great idea. I walked to the back of the room. Grabbing the cords to the blinds, I gave one a pull. The blinds opened to allow more light in the room. The brightness. Whilst she had enjoyed fantasisingabout making love to Philip, she wanted to be more certain of their newrelationship before giving him any real encouragement!The next morning, after breakfast, Georgina called Stephanie Robinson onher mobile. A bubbly, girly voice answered; "Hi you are through toStephanie. How can I help you?" Georgina was not impressed. "Thisdoesn't sound hopeful" she thought. Never the less she pressed on;"Hallo, my name is Georgina and I am the new owner of the Mazda MX-5.