It painted high sweet curves where the corset pushed up her generous tits. The full, wide skirt spread from her waist in a cascade of silver and green... It opened into a full length split. One lovely tanned leg stretched all the way from her hip to the embroidered silver-heeled mule.It dangled loosely from her toe.Giselle stared into the sun. It bathed her lovely face. It set fire to her hair. Her smile was sweet. Her pretty mouth pouted to hum a little song. Giselle had no memories of ever. But it was a beautiful Sunday evening so I thought, why not! I’d been walking for some 15 minutes deep into the forest, when I noticed a 4×4 car and a tent attached to it, I didn’t think too much of it, but as circled around it I could hear some deep groans and aggressive and threatening language, I could hear a woman’s voice screaming … “You dirty bastards, your fucking sending me crazy … don’t shove that barrel’s up my cunt! … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh … you dirty fucking perverts! … Please rotate it. Still she was eager to get to the point of the visit: “Daddy…I hope I can thank you for the amazing time we had last time were together.” She offered me a place on the couch…but she remained standing…smiling broadly...She looked dreamily into my eyes…body swaying to a tune she was hearing in her head. Gone was the plaid shirt, jeans and hiking boots she sported in our previous meeting…this was purely indoor wear, sandals on her otherwise bare feet…a long light blue skirt that extended well. The tingles ran throughout my body like being struck by lightening. My breathe became more often as she worked my breasts, she finally raised her head and creeped her hands down to my panties. Her palms messaged the inside of my upper legs, I couldn't wait any longer I need this. Finally her hand met my aching vagina, petting me through my panties, teasing me. I grab her hand and say 'please, please do it..'' Her face lit up and a grimace emerged. She grabbed the elastic of panties and pulled.