Pricking Out Outdoor Fun
We are in the garden. You are dressed in old baggy trousers and a shirt, your hair is tied up, you look so beautiful. We are on all fours on opposite sides of a flower bed, as we chat we are weeding and tidying the soil, I steal occasional glances of your gorgeous cleavage down the front of your shirt. We continue and then you catch me peeping. You kneel upright put the back of your hand to your forehead to indicate you are hot, you shake your shirt to generate some breeze and undo another...