He led us over to the giant elm tree with the strange swing hanging from a high branch. Instead of having a flat wooden seat, from a distance it appea...ed to be padded in leather with a bumpy ridge running down the centre.Allie was already out of her tee-shirt and shorts "Get naked, babe. That's the only way to ride this beauty".As Allie threw one leg over the seat to mount it sideways, it became very clear how her pretty arse fitted snugly into the dip and the padded ridge held her pussy lips. I had washed her hair, scrubbed her face with my soapy hands and washed the rest of her with a wash rag permeated with strawberry-scented body wash. I had given her a thrill with the massaging shower head when I rinsed her between the legs, slipping a finger or two in to quickly rub over her clit. After she was clean and rinsed, I pinned her to the back wall and we had made out like a couple of sixteen year old kids. After she got out, I shaved my face and scrubbed myself clean.Now done in the. Awakened families usually had some stories to tell about embarrassing moments. It was the nature of things, especially when children of Awakened parents awaken unexpectedly.It was a little more embarrassing for me, actually, because along with those thoughts, Chris had managed to send a pretty damned clear visual of what he was looking at as he was thinking those thoughts.Me - naked, sweaty and writhing in the middle of my most excruciatingly delicious, mind-blowing orgasm to date.I left it to. As this was the spring time house sit there weren't that many people of any kind around so as a result I became a little more daring each day- to the point that on occasion I would walk round the village, feeling wonderfully fairy like.One overcast afternoon as I rounded a corner I came upon a guy tidying us hid garden hedge. He was a smallish man, bald with an almost white beard, neatly trimmed. I estimated his age to be late sixties, maybe even seventy. We engaged in some general small talk-.