Ohh Goddd! she moaned, thrilled as always by a perversity she often practised with young boys excited by her legs. The boy she was rubbing herself aga...nst suddenly clutched her panting. Oh shittt…! he gasped. I… Im… going to… to cummm…! She pulled back, pumping her little fist wildly back and forth on his twitching meat. Let me see! she sobbed, writhing in excitement. He stiffened and began to ejaculate in thick spurts on to her skirt. She squealed as the spunk spattered on her and slid down. It takes a different type of person to take care of themselves in the woods, someone who can be alone with themselves without being bored or depressed. I’m talking too much, anyway my eggs are ready.’ As we ate, we talked and I learned that her name was Dee and that her friend was her girlfriend. They lived together in town and worked together in the city. They spent four days a week in the city and the weekends in a small town not too far, from where I lived. After we finished eating, I. 'She said ambiguously. 'Bitch!' Hissed the stranger in her ear and left. She didn't look round but simply thought 'Gutless!' He deserved nothing,he was too stupid to realise if he had held his nerve he could have got hisparty. She sighed and pondered her behaviour and wondered whether it couldbe described as a form of addiction, habit or a positive life style choice.It is impossible to come to any conclusion she thought. None seemed to be anadequate description but all seemed an appropriate. I did invite Kelly in for coffee several times and had told her that if she sees my car home in the morning to drop by for a cup of coffee and a chat. She was quite pleasant and, well, rather attractive, tall and nicely put together.Lest you think I answer the door nude, I always keep a pair of shorts I could slip on in the hallway for whenever the doorbell rang.Then, one morning, there was a knock at my door, Kelly always knocked rather than rang, and I pulled on my shorts and let her in."Hi,.