Our surging desires were still not fully satisfied for we were still at that joyful early stage in a physical relationship when we still had to find out the particular likes and dislikes of the new partner. Fortunately, our tastes were very similar and I immediately nodded my agreement when Gerry suggested a naughty and novel love-play which she said she adored. After the usual foreplay of kissing and cuddling whilst we pinched each other's titties, she rolled on top of me and, parting my pussey lips with her fingers, Gerry directed her erect clitty into my open cunt. Without separating for a moment, our bodies writhed from side to side, swimming in a veritable sea of lubricity as we spent within seconds of each other, feeling the force of our orgasms rushing through our bodies.

We threw ourselves back on the tablecloth which was now much stained with the evidence of our naughtiness. Suddenly Gerry sat up and cocked her head as she said quietly: 'Molly, I could swear I heard footsteps coming from near that big tree in front of us.'

I struggled into a sitting position. I replied that she must have been mistaken for all I could hear was the faint sound of birdsong from some distance away.

'No, I'll bet you a thousand pounds that there's someone watching us from behind that old oak,' she insisted. Scrambling to her feet she darted towards the gnarled trunk and shouted out triumphantly: 'I can see you, young man! Come out here and show yourself!'

With some reluctance, a boy slowly moved out from behind the tree. Being slightly short-sighted, I peered across to see for myself who had been spying on us whilst Gerry ran towards the culprit and, grabbing him by the arm, marched him towards me.

Gerry called out that she knew the identity of this youthful Peeping Tom who was dressed only in a white running vest and a pair of brief athletic shorts. 'Molly, this young fellow is Master Christopher Lewis-Tucker. He's the youngest son of Major Fortescue Lewis-Tucker who happens to be the Mayor of Killarney.'