Deep in the dark woods, something stirred. I knew instantly that I was growing a lovely erection.Although it was only early November, my wife had requisitioned our kitchen to start her Christmas food preparations. The mincemeat was half made (I sneaked a tot of brandy as I passed through); the Christmas cake mix sat in a huge bowl on the table where I like to read the weekend newspapers; and a noisy electric mixer was pulverising numerous ingredients for the plum pudding.Scooping up our two miniature dachshund dogs from their bed in front of the cooker, I announced grumpily that I was going to take them for a long walk in the woods. My wife didn't even look up from studying her cookery book.Cameron's Wood was an easy three-mile drive along deserted country roads. When I pulled into the large gravelled car park I noted that there was only one
Göztepe Escort other vehicle. Barring any cross-country ramblers we might encounter, the dogs and I would have the woods virtually to ourselves. They eagerly scampered off barking with delight at their outdoor freedom.I let them run on ahead along the way-marked footpath, occasionally calling them to heel. All three of us slowed to a walking pace as we approached*the large clearing I'd always*called The Dell. Ringed by tall horse chestnut trees - now shedding the last of their ochre-red leaves - it was a near-perfect circle, today bathed in glorious winter sunshine. The dogs stood panting at my feet as I clipped a single lead to their two collars, ready for the return trek to the car park. All was quiet, but for the echoing cries of a circling flock of
Göztepe Escort Bayan young crows high above the clearing.But the scene in the centre of The Dell today was different. Very different. Across the clearing, a giant fallen tree - smooth and branchless - had long been used as a bench, where folk would sit and admire the*beauty of the woodland scenery. Today it had two occupants. And as I began to discern their activity, I gingerly took a few steps back into the shadows, not wishing to be observed. The exhausted dachsies lay at my feet.*Seated on the tree was a portly man in his mid-fifties, his bald head thrown back with sheer enjoyment. He was wearing a black lace camisole and black fishnet stockings attached to a scarlet suspender belt. A pair of black lace panties lay around his ankles. Kneeling
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