The grass tickles against my bare skin, but I don't mind. It feels so nice. Sensual, even. Like thousands of tiny fingers caressing me while the sun l...aps at my smooth mound and the breeze teases my taut nipples. My eyes closed, I smile to myself as I open my legs wider, letting the sun delve deeper. It's like nature itself is worshiping my body, slowly driving me wild before making love to me.I drag my hands down my body, pulling and pinching at my nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I. My toes dig into the ridges as I climb. There are ways to reach the top of One Tree Hill. A flight of steps, a flat pathway from the South and the slope I am climbing now. From the top, it is possible to see if anyone is approaching.Five minutes to four. I check the time with the clock tower. Oh, GOD!The famous tree has a wooden bench around its trunk, to the North the ground slopes sharply and there is a metal fence.OH GOD!She is there! On the bench, woolly hat, and scarves, many scarves.Our. I lasted about two minutes before coming, though I had hoped to go longer.Sandy gave me a happy smile as we both struggled to catch our breath.“That was wonderful,” she said.“Yes, it was,” I replied.Sandy looked over at her husband who continued to stroke his cock.“Are you ready to take your turn?” she asked him.Bob stood and removed his trousers and briefs. I pulled out of Sandy and moved to give him room. He dropped between her outstretched legs and wasted no time in shoving his cock into her. ”“Oh,” Carol said, surprised; the Joan she remembered wasn’t the type to sit at home and drink alone.“Carol?” Joan said a few long moments later, during which the line seemed like it had gone dead.“Yes, I’m still here,” she said.“Carol, would you like to come over,” Joan said, “just so neither of us is sitting in the dark alone,” she quickly added.“Are you sure it would be okay?” Carol asked.“Yes, I think it would be quite okay,” Joan said, suddenly grateful for the opportunity for some.