Dogs bounded towards me, followed by two women, one older than the other.
The women stopped a distance away, staring, mouths open in surprise, most likely because they had caught me with my jeans down at my ankles, as I masturbated while sitting on the fallen tree.
“Dirty bugger,” the older one said, smirking. “Mom, he’s not causing harm” the younger replied, grinning.
They watched as I continued right up to me spurting.
The older one called out, “Here tomorrow, wanker?”
I nodded.
“Until tomorrow then,” she said, before they left, chuckling.
