Jon and Heather each carried a blanket. Indian sex “You want to go skinny dipping.”
They played in the cold, shallow water, splashing and laughing like kids. Beyond it was a stand of tall old pines. The path ended at the remains of a dry stone wall. It’s very clean. They walked hand in hand on mowed paths through fields of evergreens, some already tagged for holiday harvest. Eventually, he paused from his ministrations to her sopping pussy long enough to say, “I’m close.”
“I know.” She took him deeper to bring him to the edge, her own hips moving now like his were. After a while she said, “My feet are freezing.”
“Mine are too.” He followed her to the rocky bank.




















