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Once again, Britain is divided by its inability to follow the confusing rules which seem to change daily.But despite the restrictions, a bond has been formed in time and the space between two apartment buildings. And now the law of the land is about to be broken. And to Hell with the consequences. Suzy writes:I am looking at myself once again, in my big mirror, like in a fairy tale. I do not recognise myself. My cheeks are flushed, and my whole body is tingling. I am shockingly aroused.The hands of the clock have not moved. All I can hear is a buzzing in my head.So, get dressed, Suzy! It’s cold and damp outside, as it has been for weeks. So, tight black leggings. No knickers. No bra. My tartan shirt and a sweater, then my ancient biker jacket and boots and a peaked cap. Down the street Suzy, keep walking, girl. Don’t stop to think, ‘No Regrets’, esat escort remember?I am at the park gates. The ironwork is wet from the mist, which now seems to hang around all day, every day. They won’t close the gates tonight until seven. Someone is running. Running is allowed as long as it’s ‘local’. A man, all bundled up against the cold is leading a tiny dog. It’s shivering poor thing.One Tree Hill is a steep climb. Popular with tourists because of the splendid views. Today, the hill is deserted in the half-light. Would I be first to arrive, should I hold back to be sure that she is there, that we are alone?Will she even come? Strangely that thought had never entered my head, and now it was there to stay. How long should I wait, does she even know the way? Up the steep slope, there are ridges to stop people etimesgut escort bayan skateboarding down the hill. My toes dig into the ridges as I climb. There are ways to reach the top of One Tree Hill. A flight of steps, a flat pathway from the South and the slope I am climbing now. From the top, it is possible to see if anyone is approaching.Five minutes to four. I check the time with the clock tower. Oh, GOD!The famous tree has a wooden bench around its trunk, to the North the ground slopes sharply and there is a metal fence.OH GOD!She is there! On the bench, woolly hat, and scarves, many scarves.Our eyes meet, and she starts to rise, she is about to speak.(I have rehearsed this next bit over and over).I put a finger to my lips and motion for her to stay seated. She has enormous brown eyes, Escort etlik and although shrouded in scarves, she is SO beautiful, and this is the moment, and I MUST stick to my plan.We are not allowed to touch, and police are on the lookout. We must be more than two metres apart. But for me, this will be a moment of transition. No longer the span of our shared courtyard, but here, where we are in reach of each other.Stick to the plan, Suzy.I step back and lean against the railings above the slope. Our eyes locked, I pull down the front of my leggings. She looks down at my bare skin, my triangle. She looks at my shaven and waxed skin, my slit, my clitoris hidden for the moment.(Stick to the plan, Suzy!)I pull my leggings and tights down to my knees and tuck my top up so she can see my tummy and I open myself for her. Through the bare branches of our tree, I can see the lights of Canary Wharf, through the mist. It is almost dark.I am openly masturbating in front of a girl whose name I do not know. Her brown eyes grow even wider, she blushes. Her mouth is open, just a little and I am spreading my lips for her and rubbing my clitoris. 

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