Welcome to Black Beeches.”“It’s a curious name, I have heard of it, but never been here. We used to go to the lidos on the edge of London when I...was smaller.”“We could cycle here and it was free to get in. But the saddle rash riding home in wet budgie smugglers, ouch.”Tina was still smiling at the image when we got out of the car.“From what I understand, the name of the family that originally owned this land was Black,” I waved my hands about, “and as you can see, there are beech trees. He then proceeded to rub that gel across the girl’s shoulders then all down the curve of her naked back. He squeezed some more over her smooth butt cheeks and worked the gel in with great pleasure making sure he got his hands deep into the valley between those cheeks. Those hands also made their way along that valley, from behind, to the girl’s vaginal slit as he massaged even more shower gel in between her pussy lips and over her clitoris and into her pussy hole.Yasmine just stood there with. ” – “Really?” The car wheels spun so easily that it was impossible to go faster than a few miles. Jason seemed in control though. She observed his firm hands at the steering wheel, his strong arms stretched. His leaned back driving also offered a view at his tight jeans, subtly bulging in the crotch. – “Just moved last year. It was a cool block when I lived there,” Jason continued. – “Yeah, it’s not bad,” she replied. “Though I just came to live there. I used to study at Ithaca, but I switched. This time no lace and it seemed a lot more material. Islipped them on with a slight problem of getting them hung on my heels.Once they were halfway up my thighs I stood for the first time. I felt alittle dizzy, like I was suddenly towering over everything. One of myankles tried to turn but I shifted and caught myself. I pulled the pantiesup to just below the edge of the bustier. They were cut high to the hipsand front and back provided complete coverage, sort of. They were verysheer. I saw.