The fact that she stood at 5”8 and had very nice long legs meant she carried it very well on the whole. Although she and for that point I, weren’t...in the mood as often it seemed we both, her more that I, enjoyed pushing the boundaries of sex in particular exhibitionism. We had discussed an adventure when we were enjoying a glass of wine the evening before and now found ourselves sitting in a well known dogging lay-by on a summers evening at about half past eight darkness usually set in about. Concerned that he might follow me, I kept stealing quick glances over my shoulder. I could see him standing there watching me. I hurried to my room, closing and locking the bedroom door. I had never locked my door to him before.*****Phil "That night must have scared him as much as it did you," I said. "That's when he decided he'd better get you away from him, before he ended up r****g you, didn't he?" Her head shot up and she glared at me with a look of disgust on her face. "Not ****! He would. Soon I had lifted the dress high enough that the tops of her stockings and parts of her creamy thighs are visible to anyone who passed by. And still, that hand pressed against her pussy. Only now the feeling had changed—from erotic to invasive. And, of course, she can still feel IT pressing against her. And IT seems to have grown even larger, harder . . . scarier. " All right, John, that's enough." Carissa's voice is stern this time, but she definitely sounded more confident than she felt. It. There was work to do first, though. He pulled his arms out of the straps of his backpack and retrieved a water bottle from the side pocket. Thirst quenched, he sat down and leaned against the trunk of a large maple. Pushing aside the trash bags he was glad he hadn’t needed, he pulled his laptop from the backpack and inserted the first flash card. As expected, most of the images were of him as he checked the cameras. He’d also captured a deer on one, and a couple of shots of cars on the road..