Birthday sexcapades
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Well it was an anniversary rather than a birthday ...
Married twenty years and we thought we'd return to stay the weekend in Durham City, North East England, where we wed. Late June, warm day, blue sky, and we were randy from our celebration sex the night before as we ambled around the city, eventually into the very fine botanical gardens there. She a flowing summer dress, me a tee shirt and 501's commando. Plenty of making out goin' on. Then we start getting pretty desperate for more like you do. We find this 'cul-de-sac' of a really quiet corner surrounded by tall shrubbery, and there's this simple bench comprising of a large plank on stilts with no back. I lie on it. She plays with me. She straddles me and I undo my jean studs. Luscious connection. Gentle rocking. Then we discover this is no cul-de-sac, it's a through way. people wander past us. One group actually stop and my woman has a chat with them, her love tunnel stuffed with man meat. Finally some privacy and we get goin' again and I spunk her up.
Nice to do that aged 43 in a town where - heck - we know people!
Married twenty years and we thought we'd return to stay the weekend in Durham City, North East England, where we wed. Late June, warm day, blue sky, and we were randy from our celebration sex the night before as we ambled around the city, eventually into the very fine botanical gardens there. She a flowing summer dress, me a tee shirt and 501's commando. Plenty of making out goin' on. Then we start getting pretty desperate for more like you do. We find this 'cul-de-sac' of a really quiet corner surrounded by tall shrubbery, and there's this simple bench comprising of a large plank on stilts with no back. I lie on it. She plays with me. She straddles me and I undo my jean studs. Luscious connection. Gentle rocking. Then we discover this is no cul-de-sac, it's a through way. people wander past us. One group actually stop and my woman has a chat with them, her love tunnel stuffed with man meat. Finally some privacy and we get goin' again and I spunk her up.
Nice to do that aged 43 in a town where - heck - we know people!
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Well it was an anniversary rather than a birthday ...
Married twenty years and we thought we'd return to stay the weekend in Durham City, North East England, where we wed. Late June, warm day, blue sky, and we were randy from our celebration sex the night before as we ambled around the city, eventually into the very fine botanical gardens there. She a flowing summer dress, me a tee shirt and 501's commando. Plenty of making out goin' on. Then we start getting pretty desperate for more like you do. We find this 'cul-de-sac' of a really quiet corner surrounded by tall shrubbery, and there's this simple bench comprising of a large plank on stilts with no back. I lie on it. She plays with me. She straddles me and I undo my jean studs. Luscious connection. Gentle rocking. Then we discover this is no cul-de-sac, it's a through way. people wander past us. One group actually stop and my woman has a chat with them, her love tunnel stuffed with man meat. Finally some privacy and we get goin' again and I spunk her up.
Nice to do that aged 43 in a town where - heck - we know people!
Dang. That's pretty bold. Good for you guys.
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