Ashley took the hair tie she was wearing as a bracelet off her wrist and handed it to Madison, who quickly put her hair up in a ponytail. My heart was...beating a million beats per minute at this point. I sat back down -- a little further away so I didn’t drip on Ashley -- and looked at her. She just smiled at me. I felt a hand grab my dick, which was not fully hard anymore, and another hand grab my balls. I looked back at Madison who had started playing with me again. She gave me a smile and. . It was bliss, laying there in the sun, feeling my muscle in my legs relax and just letting my mind wander. I, like a lot of guys who cycle had shaved, rather waxed out my sac and crack and I had shaved off my pubes for good measure as they tend t poke out of your cycle shorts and it looks fucking weird! It was great my cock and ball sac were relaxing and enjoying the freedom after being held hostage by my lycra cycle shorts, they were sweaty and felt warm and soft. I lay there for a bit and. Now she’s gone, running for safety and sanity. But she’s wearing only a bra and running shoes, her well-worn labia tickled by the cool race of air. I hope she can make it back to her car before anyone sees her. She’s been embarrassed enough.The dog, he’s just sitting there, confused, his mistress having betrayed him. I turn off all the cameras and think about what to do.A few minutes later I emerge from the brush. The dog barks at me—no surprise—but there’s nobody around for him to defend, so. I tried to relax with a nice bubbly soak in the tub. My thoughts turned to the lovely thick white chick I had seen earlier that day. She was about 45 years old, with nice auburn hair, 48DD breasts and built on the large side but everything was nicely put together. She was wearing some yellow tights that made her thighs and ass more pronounced and very sexy. She was bending over picking up a package she had dropped. I quickly offered to help her and when she stood up and faced me my eyes.