He first arranged the greenery in the pretty cut vase that hisgrandmother found in the cupboard. He trimmed here, and arranged therewhile stepping bac... time and time again as an artist might looking at apainting in progress. When he was satisfied with the back round greenery,he started to insert the flowers. The scene fascinated Madge and hermother. He would insert a flower or two and step back, look, maybereplace one of the flowers, maybe both, and continue. At one point, hesaid, "No, no, this. She loved this spot. She’d often gone here when she felt in need of some peace, no matter how brittle and short-lived, it was one of the few places where she had not felt any stress, and where the stifling unhappiness that had come over her so soon in her marriage seemed a little distant. There was the buzz of insects, and the sound of the water over the stones, the wind in the trees talking of distances and far-off fields. The peace and quiet would make her relax a little. She could allow. They were obviously bra less judging by the slight sag and way they jiggled with her every movement. My cock stiffened to the point that I had to reach down into my sweats and shift it from the binding against my leg. Just then the toast popped."Honey, please butter the toast for me." she asked."Oh oh," I thought, "She is certainly going to notice my hard on." I wonder what she will think of that." I mused. "Oh well, here goes." I said to myself now not caring.I was close enough to her now to. “I just find it so fucking horny.” I replied.Niki had almost finished and was tensing her pussy, squirting out the last few drops, and then said, “Don’t you need to go. Would really like to watch you ?”. She remained squatting and was leaning back against a fence. She was now running her finger over her swollen clit and around her wet pussy lips.Didn’t need any more encouragement, so unzipped my trousers, pulled the top of my briefs down and let my cock spring out. I took hold of my cock, and.