He was becoming comfortable with his new home and this small town living.It was almost noon when he was finished unpacking and he wondered about what ...he would do for the rest of the day. Since it was a nice sunny day and he had already done sufficient food and various household supplies shopping it was an easy decision to drive to his club and play a round of golf.Later back at home he thought he would go to the clinic tomorrow and set up his office. Wednesday was going to be the grand opening. I had been at home all day making some housekeeping.It was so boring and I was horny as hell since I had not been able to masturbate all day. Worst of all, my loving husband was nor fucking me good during the last weeks. He was so stressed at work…After finishing some housekeeping, I decided to go sit out in my back yard. I was wearing a lime green tank top with a loose pair of white string shorts, with no underwear...As I sat on the lounge chair, I began to think about mu black lover Jerome. John seemed captivated by my openness, I knew he wouldn’t comment about our conversation to my parents, then John asked me would I allow him to see what my knickers I wearing” he commented “I bet you like fucking great in panties”.“Where shall we go John I’m not comfortable going to pub’s toilets” John said he knew of a place near to my home, it was a derelict barn by some abandoned allotments. John had given up his flat to go and live with Ann and her children. We caught the bus that I usually. It took half an hour of wandering to find a patch on the grassy slopethat afforded a view and was not too close to the line of porta-loo'sthat would probably start to smell a bit as the afternoon wore on.Already the line was about 20 long and it would only get longer. Spread the travel rug and set the hamper on the edge with her shoulderbag next to her pulled out the springy straw beach hat and pushed itinto place and leant back to let Anne Rice' voluptuous vision of NewOrleans take hold.It was.