Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. ...he drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines, he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some. Mandy thrust her mound onto the black hand which was now nudging her panties aside and she moaned loudly as she opened her eyes a sliver and caught sight of her husband sitting watching her. Marcus tugged the panties and they ripped at the seams as he exposed the wet, slippery lips to her husband. Marcus looked at Tom and glanced down at he panties in his hand. “Here, take these and smell your delicious wife, Tom.” He threw the soaking, torn panties to Tom who caught them in one hand. As Marcus. After grunting a hello, he asked “Do you mind if I smoke?". I hate the smell of smoke, but not knowing this guy from a serial murderer, I wasn't about to tell him no, so I nodded yes. He lit up his cigar, walked further out in the rain, I thought this was probably the first shower he had in a week as he leaned on the rail and looked out at the sky then looked back at me. His eyes looked me up and down, like a hungry a****l eyeing his prey, which gave me the chills. His eyes went from my perky. I move my hands to the bottom of your top pulling up, my fingers grazing over your stomach, your breath catches in your throat. I push up your top grazing my fingers lightly over your bra covered breasts, over your head and down your arms where your top falls to the woods floor. I move my hands back to your breasts, my lips kissing your chest. Your nipples are hardening by the cool air of the woods, I pull the cups of your bra down. My lips finding your left nipple, my fingers fondling your.