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I hope you read about Ffion and Zara, the married lesbians you probably guessed that this was a fictional tale, but a naughty idea that just might happen one day. What happened below, however, is true, and all the hotter for that. I’ll let Ffion take up the story …At the beginning of this summer, I was working a lot in the city where I live, and I made a habit of taking lunch in the nearby park under a nice tree, shading me from the hot sun.One day, I noticed a girl walking nearby and looking around at her surroundings. My breath stopped in my chest and my stomach did flips. She was more than just a simple beauty, she had something about her that drew me in straightaway; I was captivated.As she looked around she saw me staring at her, completely lost in my stupor over her gorgeousness. She approached and sat opposite me etlik escort and smiled … and that was it. I had ants in my pants, trying to steal glances but not wanting to be caught gawping. I burned her image in my mind for later use.The next day I made a beeline for the same tree and hoped against hope for another look at her. My heart stopped for the second time in two days. The same thing happened and she just sat opposite me and gave me a smile.Where was this going? After a few days of this same pattern, things started to heat up. That day, she appeared wearing a very short skirt, and as she ate her lunch, her legs widened a little and I could clearly see a sexy pair of white cotton knickers with little hearts on them. My pulse was racing and I was entranced. I was busted too. But as she keçiören escort noticed my stare, she just smiled and opened her legs a little more. omg. Was this really happening? I was wearing jeans so there was no real hope of returning the favour, but I liked this game. I said that I had burned her image in my mind for later use, and this new view and its implications fed my evening wank sessions pretty wilfully.The next day, I wore a smallish summer dress with red lacy knickers. As usual, the next day she arrived and seeing her out of the corner of my eye I pretended not to notice her, but as she sat down, I pulled my legs up to hug my knees, knowing that from where she was sitting, she would have had a very clear view of my knicker-clad bum and by now, a slightly dampening gusset. I kızılay escort was feeling dirty and very excited. I wanted to rub myself there and then, but realised that would be a step too far.That time was a Friday, so I had to wait all weekend to find out where it might go. Zara, my wife, and I were very excited and we had a weekend of great sex, with Zara wanting me to talk through exactly what had happened, and relive the experience with me!Desperate for Monday lunchtime to arrive, I put on a skirt and sky-blue thong and there she was, as usual. I showed her my thong and I opened my legs wide and lifted my skirt, giving her the perfect view. Her answer to this was possibly the hottest thing I have ever seen. She lifted her dress, pulled her cute white knickers to the side, and slid her fingers across her sexy lips. I could see the moisture, but when she lifted her fingers from her pussy, I could see the strings of her juices between her fingers.Looking directly at me, she slowly put them in her mouth and sucked them clean! Whilst doing this, her other hand rubbed her pussy outside her knickers.
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