We tied the horses to a fallen tree and admired the vista. After a while you took my hand and we moved into a wooded area.I slapped my crop against my... boot and you quietly said: ”Yes please.”You took off your jacket and laid it on the ground. Then you bent over a fallen branch and spread your legs. Your arse looked so inviting, so tightly encased in those white breeches, the outline of your panties showing through the material. Twelve strokes of my riding crop later you were gasping and begging. She fucked me on arrival, after supper, before bed, in the shower, in bed during the night and again in the morning and before she left, ‘in case I was unsatisfied.’ Fat chance.I spent many an evening with Lilly who regaled me with her sexual conquests. Such revelations might seem tedious from anyone else but Lilly had that wonderful gift of telling a tale with humour and exuberance.“A curate?”“Yes, darling,” said Lilly. “Now, I know I am not exactly churchy, but, well, he’s rather. "Take the rest of your clothes off" Jonathan told me. So I removed the rest of my clothes and went over so that Jonathan could enjoy my exposed cunt. After Jonathan had spent a while on my cunt I went back to enjoying the military man's manhood. I sucked on his balls like the dirty English slut I am then licked and kissed his sexy arse getting my tongue right in as I've never known a guy who don't love that.Then Jonathan fucked me like his cock was a tank. The big guy pulverised me just the way. She smiled sweetly while undoing my belt and threw it in the corner, then unzipped my fly. "You're welcome. I'll let you handle the rest," she purred. "Can I see more of you later?" she said. With a wink and a smile she sat back down on the couch.I took a DEEP breath, yanked off my BVDs and slid into the tub between the two girls. After the introductions there was a long pause. "So, are you nervous as a whore in Church?" laughed Tom. "Naw," I said sheepishly. "It's WAY worse than that"..