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I went for a walk in the Surrey hills in England on a warm spring morning. As I crested a ridge, I needed a break, so I struck off the path through the trees to a field I could see in sunlight. As I emerged from the trees, I was delighted to see a fabulous view. I laid down my backpack, and stripped to the waist to cool in the sun. I applied a little sunblock and relaxed using the backpack as a pillow. Lazily I appreciated the view, enjoying the sun on my skin. I remembered a time in my late teens in the seventies when I was with a group of friends at dawn on a Sunday, dancing naked, having been up all night drinking wine and a little buzzed. The girls and boys were all beautiful in my memory, with the energy of youth, and a lust for life. As I remembered ankara travesti the careless abandon, I stroked myself to a semi erection. I realised with a start what I was doing and looked around. Nothing worse than being caught as an old man wanking away like some pervert flasher! Nobody there thank god. Feeling safe I gently carried on, remembering young breasts and young primal erections, being caressed and kissed. ‘Hey,’ said a female voice softly, shattering my memories, ‘May we sit and watch?’I realised a young couple had come round the corner of the wood, rather than through it. She was in cut off denim shorts, and a buttoned shirt knotted beneath her breasts. Only about 5’ 3″, slender, with small breasts, but with beautiful latin eyes, and short ankara travestileri straight hair. He was in shorts too, and a T shirt. He was just under 6 feet, slender, but with clearly muscular legs (Maybe a footballer?) and hair that would grace a male model. Clean shaven, or probably was that morning. I stutteringly apologised, and rushed to cover myself.’Please don’t,’ she said. ‘We are intruding on you, and should be apologising, but you were a beautiful sight laying in the sun, gently stroking your character of a cock to erection, clearly dreaming something nice? Almost a greek statue in marble!’ With that her friend mumbled something, and she blushed. ‘How remiss of me, I haven’t introduced us. I am Rowena, and this is James. We are on a holiday travesti ankara hike, after graduating University, before we launch ourselves into careers.’ Rowena sat down and silently contemplated the view. They both kicked off their hiking shoes with sighs of relief. James pulled out bottled water and passed it around. I could hear insects buzzing as the sun rose overhead. Rowena said, ‘I think we have distracted you? Perhaps you need encouragement?’ With that she pulled off James’ t-shirt, revealing a smooth chest but awesome abdominal muscles, then removed her own shirt exposing small but pert breasts, topped with nipples like redcurrants ripening. She reached and drew back the covering on my limp cock. ‘I can see we have also ruined your fine erection.’ She smiled and said, ‘Why don’t you watch us?’ She reached for James and drew his head to her breasts which he kissed, licked, caressed, stroked and squeezed to her obvious delight as I watched. Her nipples firming to his lips.
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