We lay naked on the tarp, the rain feeling like thousands of constantly moving fingertips. I lay beside her adding my fingertips to the symphony of s...ensations the storm sends upon her. I begin the wonderful task of kissing her all over starting at her temples and working my way down her face and neck to her torso. A wonderful little cry escapes her, as I nurse her nipples, almost drowned by the thunder so loud that we can feel the pressure wave. Down her stomach I move, skipping the. I looked down to watch as my cock disappeared inside her. As she leaned back a bit I saw her rosey pink clit was almost an inch abd a half long, sliding back and forth on the top of my shaft. It looked almost like a small penis poking out of her hairy pussy. I rolled her off of me and got between her legs, licking her pussy lips gently as she moaned. Using both hands I spread open her pussy exposing her clit and began sucking on it. It was so swollen and hard just like a little boner, and I. With a cry she just laid her head back as a token of submission. I had made myself very horny and wanted something done about it, so I got up and Agnes didn't move; now I straddled both arms of the chair still facing her. I unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders altogether, then unclasped her bra and threw it off as well. She put her hands out and started to run them up and down over my thighs under my skirt, one thing about pleated skirts, it gives lots of freedom. Slowly I undid. We walked through several of the enclosures, had lunch in a bistro, and went through the platypus exhibit and over the lions' enclosure. We spent about six hours there. We got back to the hotel, took a crowded shower together, and dried off. At about 1830, I said: "Best get dressed and off to dinner." Where?" Semi-dressy Italian." Okay." She gave me a kiss and jumped up. Twenty minutes later we were on our way downstairs and a bit later I was flagging a taxi. "Il Bacaro on Little Collins," I.