Another memory of the same field that was featured in an earlier story was from late one night, after a drinking session in town, when we were walking around, touching each other, and enjoying the fresh air. At one point, someone walked past us. We had stopped for me to vigorously finger my wife. I had my hand in her soaked knickers, wanking her hard and fast. She was leaning back against a wall, her legs wide apart, her...