His tongue was tracing figure 8s around my clit, each time dipping deeper into my tight entrance. Shan lifted his head up and kissed my fingers and su...ked them into his mouth briefly, "Play with your nipples Rhea." He instructed me, his voice deep with desire. I brought my fingers now damp with his saliva to my nipples and pinched them lightly at first. I gasped loudly and pinched hard on my nipples when I felt Shan's tongue flick my clit. I looked down to catch Shan wide eyed with passion. I got up and went into the bathroom the stool lid was closed but I knew it was shitty because the bathroom was ripe with fumes.My cock sprang up and I started stroking it gently making myself wait before opening the lid to see joans treasure.After a few mins. I knelt before the pot opened the lid and saw 3 nice brown logs floating above some runny pudding and some stained paper.I pulled one of the logs out carefully as to not break it and inhaled its fragrant earthy scent.Joan your shit is. I was walking in thiswood alone, in the middle of the afternoon, as for the detour of a grove,I saw a man, leaning against a tree and without hiding, pants down thatmasturbated. No doubt he was waiting for other men? I remained lurking inthe thicket, well hidden to observe it. He was a handsome Mediterraneanman (probably an Algerian, Tunisian or Moroccan immigrant), he must havebeen around fifty, probably finding himself there looking for a gayencounter to relieve himself. Indeed, the. What does one do with one’s lover when awake on a Sunday morning? Well we did that, then we dressed and walked to the shops for a paper or two. Trish had croissants in the freezer and we brewed coffee to go with them. The day was relaxed with a restaurant lunch, a gentle walk in the afternoon and a comfortable evening with some music, then slow lovemaking and sleep. Trish was on lates during the new week and so saw me off at the station. We agreed she would come next weekend when she had some.