In a far corner of the garden, Lisa’s friends Amy and Robert were kissing. Lisa sat on the cool stone bench not a dozen yards away. “You don’t mind, do you, if we...?” Amy had whispered to Lisa.

“No, please. I’ll just stand guard—in case anyone comes. Don’t worry, I won’t peek.”

“But what if someone does come?” Amy asked.

“I’ll signal you. I’ll hoot like an owl. Hoo. Hoo hoo hoo. Like that.”

Amy laughed. She took Robert’s hand and steered him to the ivy-covered wall.

Now they were kissing. “Sitting guard, not standing guard,” Lisa said to herself. The idea made her grin. Amy and Robert’s obvious passion pleased her and aroused her. Now Amy was kneeling in the soft garden grass. She had Robert’s trousers open, his cock out. She stroked the sizeable phallus. She kissed the tip. She licked the length and then took to cap into her mouth. She sucked ardently, stroking the shaft slowly. “Oh, Amy,” Robert moaned. Amy’s stroke became more rapid. Robert jerked. Amy’s hand stopped. Clearly Robert was coming in her mouth.

Ten or twelve second later Amy’s hand resumed the stroking. Short fast strokes. Robert whimpered. He jerked again. Amy stood. They kissed. A deep kiss. “How sweet,” Lisa thought. Hand in hand Amy and Robert returned to Lisa’s bench. “Don’t worry,” Lisa told them, “No one came. But probably you should zip him up.” “Oh!” Amy exclaimed, her hand going to her mouth, her eyes to Robert’s dangling cock. Lisa said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” but before tucking him in and zipping him up she couldn’t resist a taste.