Sitting In The Village

Living in England , things are very different . Recently i drove my wife . To a village that we walked to . When we were in our teens . It is a quiet village , just past the Church . The road ends . We were visiting the stately home . Just after this point . My wife pointed to a large tree . At the top of a grass bank . There was a low stone wall just beyond it . Surrounding an ancient grave yard . On the other side of the road . Was the historic Church . She reminded that we used to sit on the wooden seat that ran round the tree . Facing away from the road . We were only 14 when it started . She sat on the seat , i sat on the grass . Facing her . With my hand up her dress . Rubbing her pussy . Giving her an orgasm . We changed places . I sat on the seat . She sat or kneeld on the grass . Masturbating me . Making me cum . When we were 16 . It changed . I licked her pussy , she gave me a blow job . This was in the summer . When it was dark nights , we fucked wIth her bending forward and holding on to the tree . If we saw a car lights in the distance . Coming towards us . We would stop , I would pull her dress down and sit on the seat . With my jeans round my ankles . I know she would like to do it now . Talking about it , excited her .