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soon be back on form." he suggested.
    Veronique wore a light pair of dungarees and a top that had once been white. She kicked her boots aside and stripped in a moment and stood on the tree looking down at her husband. She imagined the expression he had looking at her was the same as the one she had been directing at him. She stepped into the cold water and kicked up little waves as she approached Tony. He embraced her, his body cold and wet.
    "Need to wash off the dust?" Tony asked. Veronique nodded, then squealed as he tumbled them into the deepest part of the pool. They splashed each other, enjoying the chance to play for a while. With both hands, Veronique directed a wave at Tony, its droplets glittering in the beams of sun that cut through the branches above. While he was distracted, she stepped right up to him and pulled him in to a kiss.
    Their bodies pressed together. His hands went down to her buttocks and hers to his. She was slightly shorter than he, and had to stand on her toes to reach the right height. As he had promised, his member soon warmed and rose to the occasion. They parted lips just long enough for her to say, "Let's get out of the pond."
    Sitting side by side in the sun, they kissed and reached down to excite each other. Normally, they made love in their too narrow bunk in wagon two, most often in the dark. If Veronique could release her lips from Tony's, she wanted to look down at him, enjoy the sight of his body and watch the motion of her hand as it moved gently up and down his length. Or, even better, she wanted him inside her.
    Pushing Tony down onto his back, Veronique straddled him. He helped guide himself into her and she sank down his shaft. She so rarely got to go on top in the bunk, there just wasn't the headroom for her to sit up. Resting her hands on his chest, she began moving up and down. Short movements, but each time she pressed down, his shaft pushed deep inside her. Grasping her butt cheeks, Tony started moving to match her rhythm, increasing the length of his stroke and drawing a sigh from her.
    Veronique’s orgasm rose quickly. The excitement of making love outside always did that for her. Soon, she couldn't keep up her part of the movement that was pushing her ever closer to climax. She sank forward to lie on Tony's chest, and he wrapped his arms around her as he kept on pumping in and out of her. She bit his shoulder as she came, hard enough to leave little red tooth marks but not break the skin.
    Tony could feel Veronique clenching him as she climaxed. He rolled her onto her back and started longer, harder and faster strokes. She wanted to help him, but she was still shivering and soft muscled from orgasm, and just rode the further pleasure he was giving her. Her back and buttocks rasped against the stone, a light pain to complement the pleasure of her husband's actions. With a yell of victory, Tony pressed hard against her and she felt him pumping into her.
    They held each other tight as they came down from their orgasms. When their breathing and hearts had slowed, they rolled to lie side by side. "Need another wash?" Tony said with a smile.
    "I think so."

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    They sat side by side on the tree trunk after they had bathed, relishing being naked in the open air for a while longer. "You have really not been back to your old home town in ten years?" Tony asked. He knew it was true, he had been part of the family for half that time.
    "I was thirteen when Mama died. Maxine was nine.... No, just turned ten. Papa had an argument with his brother, our uncle Julien after. It had something to do with Mama's death, and getting supplies from outside the Valley, I think, and it went on for a couple of weeks. Then, Papa put us in a wagon one night, and we drove off.
    "Papa tried to explain why we left, once or twice, anyway. He said he had always thought that people should be out here in the bad lands, salvaging what they could to be reused in the town. There had been an outbreak of....