The door was open, so perhaps someone was inside. So we crept quietly inside and headed for the pews at the back. Dee’s heels cracking quietly on th... slate floor. Once she was sitting on a pew she started to undress, unbuttoning her blouse and removing it revealing her black basque and then pulling her skirt off. Dee then posed, one foot on a pew her sex open and my cum clearly visible, splattered over her inner thighs and pussy. She ran her hand over the mess then sucked her fingers into her. Normally she comes with Twinkle but today as I call Twinkle early, she didnt company her).Then we both were there inside and situation was getting awkward, I can clearly feel the lust in her eyes, we both were becoming restless seeing each others body.She was wearing a pink deep neck tee. And I was continuously staring at her big round boobs. Our heart was beating with full its beat. The breathless urgency was making us unstable on each others foot. But she made the first move by grabbing my. This didn't stop the tradition of our going to these concerts in any measure, and as I remember it now, she saw it as a much-needed reprieve from the onslaught of childrearing in the modern age. She was a short woman, even being twenty years younger than her, I towered above her. She had a body that spoke of her youth, labored by the birthing of two children within a span of three years. Reddish-brown hair fell short just above her shoulders, green eyes tinted with a hue of blue, and smile that. They parked the ute and got out.A voice called: “You blokes lost? This ain’t the hospital.”“Dayee. We’re lookin’ fer ol’ George.”“Oh. He’s gotta shack ‘bout halfway to the creek.”“Right-o.”With Jos carrying the food, they walked up a path a bit west of north and soon saw a ramshackle board and tin shack. A shaggy older man was sitting on a broken-down chair in a patch of sun.“Coee,” called Zeke.“Who’s zat?” came back.“Yo’ ol’ fren Zeke an’ his cobber. Brung some grub.”“Whatcha.