Hello,
WF and I have always been patriotic to the USA. We had been invited to the coast to celebrate Independence Day with a couple we know. After a parade we went to our friend’s condo on the beach to meet them and some other friends so we could go grab some lunch. We were the first to arrive. Allen and Margie never lock their place except when they go out of state so we went inside to wait.
WF strolled out onto the patio and asked, what do you think of the view? I turned and saw her skirt pulled up part way. WF prefers to never wear panties unless they are absolutely necessary. That day, like most days, they were not. I believe there were a beach and an ocean in the background, but I didn’t care at that moment. She said we should make the most of the time we had until Allen, Margie and friends arrived and the show was on. In case you don’t know, I love to photograph WF outdoors, well really any time, any place, anywhere, but especially outdoors. The scene was much better than the pictures show.
We went inside and she put the love seat to good use posing all over it. I just adore the shot with the hat on, arms raised and legs spread wide. It is one of my favorite of all time. She asked me to join her for a couple of shots so I sneaked a kiss and then handful of furry beaver. I could feel how moist she was already. The last picture didn’t come out the way I wanted it, but everybody else arrived right after it took so I guess it is a good thing. What you can see first off is the mound in my pants where my cock is trying to break out. What you can almost see is that I have my hand on her hair and my fingers are in her pussy. My plan was to have WF move her right leg further open so I could part her pussy hair with my fingers and allow her enlarged clit to come out and play for the camera. It was glistening pink and wet, just begging to be photographed and stroked… but no!
I noticed at the restaurant that WF was a little squirmy during lunch. She later told me that her pussy was flowing so hard that she was afraid she would leave a wet spot on the seat and on her skirt. Her solution was to use her napkin as discreetly as possible to wipe herself off periodically under the table cloth. I wish I had known that earlier, I probably could have auctioned that napkin off for big bucks.
I think this was a great way to celebrate our nation’s independence, don’t you? And yes, there were fireworks later on.
yalpflog @ yahoo.com
