I reluctantly lift my face away from her pussy, taking in the marvelous sight in front of me: her wet cunt, lips parted ready for my cock, and her hands one pinching her nipple, the other squeezing her breast. Indian sex But who is going to break it? Lush green, not a parched area in sight. What do I say!! What should I do? A million excuses rattle through my brain, and I decide to tell the truth. “I was trying to find you, as I wanted to ask you whether you have been using a hosepipe on the front lawn”. A book lying open on the garden table, and a hosepipe curled up on the floor next to the kitchen door. I am naked – she isn’t. It’s a hot, still, perfect summers day. In her confusion I rush forward and as I grab the hose in one hand, and her shoulder in the other, she realises her error and steps off the hose.
