.. His boxers strained against his erection. His t-shirt hung loosely across his body. An old ‘Sex Pistols’ top from his younger days. A light wen...t on over the road; Claire was home. The smile on her face told him she’d had a good day. Very good – she started taking off her clothes right in front of the mirror. She’d forgotten the curtains again. Dave’s hand slid into his boxers, gently running his fingers across his testicles. Something was different. Claire took off her bra and let it fall to. Naturally with the puppy ladened bitch occupying one of out sex hides we had to use the other, in the hay loft of the stallion's stables. We both finished work quite early and were able to get together at about seven thirty. We started with kisses and cuddles and gradually our clothes came off until it was time for Robert to enter. Everything went fine and we were well away on our own little planet both forgetting that there were actually other about still, who may hear our antics. We did not. I went into my room and changed into a tee shirt and shorts and went into the kitchen for iced tea. When I rejoined the women in the family room they were in a discussion about school. After several minutes Stephanie turned in my direction. “Could we watch that game you have on DVD ?”, she asked. “Oh I doubt Ashley wants to see that again, how about you just take it home and watch it later ?”, I responded. “No, it’s ok. You can put it on Brian.”, Ashley replied. I shrugged my shoulders and got. I smile up at you."My, my." I say, as I begin stroking you, pushing you up against the brick of the outside of the building. My skirt is full enough that it simply looks like we're standing close.You look around, slightly nervous, since this is a high traffic area, and I grasp your chin with my other hand. "Look at me, don't look anywhere else." I tell you sternly, and you nod silently.My hand continue to move in your pants, but it's not enough to make you cum. I remove my hand for a moment.