Neither of us dare move until the swing starts to sway. The one on the bottom slowly starts to pump her legs back and forth. With every pump of the sw...ng, I slide my cock out before pushing back into her on their way down. Up and out, down and deep. At first, our rhythm matched, but quickly our own need takes over. My fingers press into her flesh as she grinds back into me. Driving deeper, her head drops to her arm as her hands grip the sink. Not wanting to take away from their already muffled. Everyone was relaxed. It gave Wynne confidence. Itreleased her inhibitions. She picked up the bottle of tanning oil andlooked again at Olly."Shall I?" she asked."Please."Olly flipped onto his front to allow Wynne access to the great expanseof his back. As Wynne stretched out her arms she saw how incredibly slimthey were. How delicate and fragile compared to the powerful musclesthat moved beneath the surface of Olly's back. She was reminded of thosesmall fish that flitted across the back of. She broke our embrace and turned 180 degrees, facing away from me. It was obvious that she wanted me to examine the cute little buns that I would soon be enjoying. “Kneel on the sofa cushion,” I implored, then watched her walk on padded feet to the velvet-cushioned settee. Her ass looked particularly inviting as she mounted the sofa, planting her knees on the cushion.She turned her head to the side and looked back at me. “Like this?” she asked.“Poke your buns out more,” I suggested. “That’s. We found a secluded spot at sat down. She was wearing a short, white summer skirt, with a tight pink blouse. She began kissing me, and telling me how many times she had thought abought me over the years. She placed my hand on her thigh as she whispered in my ear. As I moved my hand up under her skirt, I was surprised to find that she had removed her panties. I gently parted her pussy lips and began to play with her. After a few minutes, she stood up, and took off her shirt. Still sitting, I was.