Her body was brilliantly toned, hours of yoga and palates had firmed up her legs, stomach and arse fantastically. It was only when she was alone like ...this that she felt comfortable being naked. While not ashamed of her body, quite the opposite, she was shy and hated being naked in front of strangers. She ran her hands over her still wet body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her arse. For some reason she felt as if she were being watched, though thought nothing of it knowing it was impossible.. The result being the head is clearly sticking out over the waist band and in clear view. Jenn seems to be trying not to look at it while making the toast but her eye keep going back to the top of my shorts. I sit on the stool at the end of the counter and with the waist band holding my cock to my body The head begins to poke in my belly.Jenn looks and has a small chuckle and states the obvious “its poking you in the belly, that looks even more uncomfortable than before. For god's sake just take. Her sliding action increased until I felt the head of my cock slip into her pussy hole. She froze, my dickhead just inside her warm cunt. “God. God, your IN me, aren’t you?” Her voice was full of wonder and lust. “Yes, just the head. I’m inside you. How does it feel?” “Oh, it feels so…” Then she slid down a fraction, slipping a half an inch or so down the shaft. “Uh…” she grunted low in her throat. “It’s. As I rounded a corner I spied the trees surrounding the pond in the distance, casting an inviting shadow beneath their verdant branches.I arrived beneath them, placing a hand on one of the rough trunks, the bark covered in green moss. The branches waved over my head, the leaves rustling as the wind blew them, and I made my way deeper until I reached the small clearing. The pond was clear and pristine, reflecting the azure sky and the clouds that hung above it, giving it a mirror-like quality..