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Pussy Picnic

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Everytime he took me out for a day, I made sure I was wearing a dress with a long flowy skirt. A long flowy skirt is essential for hiding indiscretions. One very warm day he took me to a beautiful house, and as the weather was so great and it was lunchtime, we had a picnic first – so romantic it was.

After we had eaten he wrapped me up in his arms and we lay out on the picnic blanket in the sunshine. As he held me close to him he kissed the back of my neck. It did not take long for him to find his way underneath my long flowing skirt. For pretty much the rest of our time there, his fingers were stroking my labia or sliding in and out of my vagina. He kept pulling his finger out and licking it and then inserting it back into me. He was picnicing on my pussy. There were lots of other people around, wandering through the gardens or having picnics like us. I don’t think anyone realized what he was doing.

Later we looked around the house which was very interesting. I remember the two of us sitting in in a huge room on chairs visitors were permitted to sit on and he told me he liked the idea of owning a house just like that. He continued to pretend he was lord of the manor, and I was his mistress the rest of the way round. Then we sat in the sun outside again and had a drink. He kept gazing into my eyes. We sat in the grass kissing and embracing each other and he kept whispering to me that he wanted to lick my pussy. There were way too many people around. He seemed very happy that day. I wanted it to last forever.

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