At one point we entered an old fashioned telephone box, and whilst huddled up close, pretended to use the ‘phone. I undid the buttons on my wife’s...dress and fingered her for at least fifteen minutes, she pretending to talk into the receiver whilst exploding come down her legs. After leaving the phone box, we walked into the churchyard and ended up fucking on top of a crypt, or whatever it is called. A large, stone, box-like thing. This is something we’d read of others doing in magazine. After a little while she said I have an idea and she unzipped the sweat suit top and had me cuddle her inside of her jacket. At the time I did not even notice she was not wearing anything under her sweat suit top, all I noticed was she was warm and I desperately needed warm. I had my thigh between hers and my hands were puling her close as they wandered up and down her back. I squirmed to generate heat and to get all the heat from her I could. My face was tightly buried in her neck. Main fooran apney ghar ki chat par gaya oor un ghar dekhney laga maine dekhaa k nida baji oopar sey meri choti behan huma sey keh rahi thi k jab tak main naa kahon tum oopar mat aana mera, mera or un ka faslaa takreeban 10 feet kaa tha main fooran neechey baith gaya or dewaar k soorakh sey dekhney laga. Mainey dekha k nida ahista sey room k darwazey k pass aaee or meri baji hina sey pochney lagi k hina mazaa aaraha hey naa. Meri behan jo k darwazey k peechey hi khari thi ney darwaza thora sa. She nibbled and kissed the flesh, moving from point to point and finally coming to the belly button, which she tongued out for more than a minute. Moving downward from there, she licked at the baby soft skin of her lower tummy until she reached the waistband of her shorts. She caught a faint whiff of her lover's arousal at this point, the musk penetrating through the cotton of her clothing, and she gave a little shudder of her own.She decided to tease a little bit more so she slid down to the.