Who wouldn’t want that?Both of us were sweating like crazy. She kept stealing looks at me and smiling at me. Slowly, I gained enough courage to touc... her hair. I started caressing her silky smooth hair with my fingers. She clearly wanted more judging by the look on her face. I slowly moved my hands to her bare sweaty neck. Her skin was so smooth, I could have cummed at that very second. I controlled myself and started rubbing her neck and her ears. Her skin was very sweaty not still smooth.I. Most striking was his face – the genial charm she was used to transfigured into something dark and wolfish. So this was what they looked like when they fucked. It was even more amazing than Rachel had dreamt. Her cunt became a slippery core of excitement just by looking and her mouth opened in awe. She rested her bag against a tree, gripping the trunk for support as her free hand plucked involuntarily beneath her bikini bottoms. “This how you like it, Mrs Everett?” Reece’s voice carried up to. Fantasy complete she thought and waited until the prayers went up and she excused herself to the toilets to clean up. When she left her chair you could clearly see her puddle. During the prayers the vicar looked up at her and saw how wet she was. I wondered if his cock grew at this point. I covered Ruth's chair with a jacket I had to hide the puddle. Ruth was to stay in the bathroom until I would go and see her. When the service ended I made my way to the toilets and Ruth was sat there waiting. It was not with any romantic intentions but for the really exciting news he told me. After more than a year Ram, my 20 year old son will be visiting us for the festival holidays. The last twelve months have been an ordeal for me living without seeing my only son. He hadn’t scored enough marks to gain admission to any of the engineering institutions in town and hence decided to join an institution outside the state. The frequent chats on the phone were barely any consolation for me. I was.