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Sadly the girls finished hanging out their washing, and the windy glimpse of stocking top and knickers ended. I moved through the shrubbery as quietly as I could and followed them.

They arrived at one of the many secret little alcoves of the huge garden. I managed to secret myself behind a laurel bush, and settle down to watch.

As they walked, I suspected that their closeness and mixture of the heady summers day would make them feel naughty, I was not disappointed. They sat down at a small patio table and looked into each others eyes, whispering. I could not tell the words, even though they drifted by with the hum of bees, I could only make the odd one out,

I sat in awe of their sexiness, and wanton ways in the fresh air of an English Summers Day. Their hands began to move to each others breasts.

more to come…

Asa