She told me her name was Shandra. We made arrangements for me to show up there Saturday afternoon. I showed up at the appointed time and was surprised... when I saw her--she was taller than I am (I'm 5'11", she had to be at least 6'2") and fairly stocky. She looked like she could kick my ass in a wrestling match, but had an unmistakable femininity.Her hair was dirty blond and loosely curled, and her face was quite beautiful. She was wearing makeup, but it was understated and complimented her face. One such night we pulled into a farm turning which looked to have been the access road to his hay barn, alas that was burned down so I guessed that we were going to be ok. With a small muddy drive, caused by the trickle of water from the brook running over it just behind the bushes, and a gate that luckily for us was open, it looked like a secure and private place to stop and play.It was around 19:30 and still light as it was summer. We sat chatting for 10 mins or so, my hand rubbing her leg.As. Then the camera zoomed in and I could see that the person under the lady was licking the ladies clit and every once in awhile you could see their tongue work its way on the big thick shaft f the mans cock working in and out of her pussy. As the camera spanned out across the room I saw that the guy that was in the chair was now on the bed on his knees in front of the lady and the other person on the bed. As the room was still dark but with enough light to be able to see the outline of his cock. That had started as soon as class was over for the day and he asked, “You want to get a bite to eat?”A year ago she would have assumed he was pursuing some plan to get her in bed. She’d thought the same thing about Bobby when he had asked her if she wanted to go get something to eat. Of course thinking about Bobby was confusing. He had gotten her into bed. She had to remind herself, occasionally, that she’d had as much to do with the fact that they ended up having sex as he had.“So, tell me.