I’m having a quiet day at home today, feeling a bit under the weather and posting another post. The trouble is, when I start reading through one of my diary entries it takes me right back to when it was happening and that really turns me on. I was reading my latest entry: Losing My Panties this morning in bed for posting it and I couldn’t keep my hands out of my panties. I found out later that they guy I had met in the woods was called Alan.
He lived on his own and by all accounts was a real dirty old man. It turns out he spent hours each day trawling woodland hoping to find couples in the act. I found this out as I met him again in pretty much the same spot and he smiled and asked me if I was looking for my panties. I wasn’t, but I did like to sit in the woods reading or looking at porn and splaying my thighs while I rubbed myself off.