‘Where are we going, and what’s all this about?’ ‘It’s so beautiful down here,’ she replied dreamily. She was right. The lane wound throug... the rich green English countryside on a glorious June day. We approached a quaint country pub that I thought might be our destination but Connie simply sat there silently drinking me in and showed no desire to stop. The lane took us into a wooded hollow and across a narrow bridge over the stream at the bottom and as we climbed the slope on the other side. I kissed her neck her armpits her hand her belly and her legs. She was moaning with pleasure all this time. She was not shouting loudly. Then I asked her to be nude before me. She strongly resisted me.Then I took off my pant and my rock hard 6inch dick was visible to her. She took her eyes off me and said me to hide my tool. I said once it wakes up it never sleeps till it finds a right place. Saying this I took her in my arms and said if you really love me do what I say. Then I started kissing. “Rory… did you came!”“Would I miss a call of my dearest friend? No freakin’ way!”The two cumplimented themselves and went to the bedroom, where they were supposed to share a nice chat before getting to the ‘real deal’.“It’s been what… seven months? A year that we don’t see each other?”“I think it’s pretty much like that, Vic. I spent the last months travelling with my shows and stuff”“And how your artistic career is going?”“More than I ever expected! Every show I did was sold off; dear… do you. While this might seem characteristic of the era, he knew the truth of it, in his time, men and women would be doing exactly the same thing. He paused as a young lass with big natural breasts was being fucked by some drunk shit head, her tits bouncing around as he fucked her while holding a bottle of Rum and drinking out of it. He marked the area, vowing to return and fuck her himself when he was done with his task, he took in her pale ass and big tits, before continuing.His dillydallying had.