We had left our lovers in the throws of passion, in the picture postcard cottage. Located in the gloriously sunny English countryside. Kissing passionately on her bed. "Let's go outside in the garden," she demands.The garden is not only secluded, but very well tended. He is happy where he is. Thinking of the wonderful thing she has just done for him. He is of a mind to indulge her. So with the tiniest of sighs, and a grow...

Well, how should I begin to describe that special Friday? I think, we should start with the waves of pleasure, which radiated from my pussy after getting his text. The message, late on Tuesday, about coming to look at my pipework. Yes, I know it's corny, but he enjoys that sort of thing and I can't help indulging him. As long as the double entendres don't become triple or just off the scale.So as I lay in my bed that nigh...

It was two pm on Friday afternoon, the sun was shining and I was going to see my amazing fuck friend. Work was finished for the week. The combination of the vibrations from my truck and the anticipation of seeing her was exquisite. So much so, it was possible I was going to have to undo a button or two down below.A tractor pulled into the road in front of me which dragged my attention back to here and now. I braked and wa...