SHE MAY HAVE NEEDED THAT

Mect found a green place to blend and spend nights and most of he's observation time. sort of like a base. on these narrow like ,paved walk and driving roads, everything was trimmed and calculated. so this place was a rather open ground and had a white chapel , it was pepped with Christmas like trees or nice green fern trees. it was squared off with a very short wall and a hedge growing atop of it.

it sat on the corner of Iskallarbacken and Kritianstadsv road . It was as much wild as Mect had seen short of living under the water in the harbor And there are some parks around but he needed to stay close to humans. there were always cars driving past and mect had to always be very careful. Sometimes he thought a sighting was immanent. he moved from fern tree to fern tree studying and watching humans. he knew where he was dwelling.

It was where these people buried their dead. on hes explores he found another on Mellby backe and soon realized he could move to more wilder areas. one evening a cyclist rode in and placed her bike along the short wall it was an oldish lady . she wore a three quarter pants flatties on her feet and a black spaghetti top. she had some flowers in one hand and a small box of maybe a snack or something. not very often were woman left alone in places, humans without noticing move closely together.

Mect Figured she was here to see a past family member. while she was mourning mect had distributed himself wisely. On her bike under the saddle in among st the absorb er springs green slime with a life of its own sat waiting for its victim to come back. the sludge built a small hand and waved at mect from the bike. then built fingers and pulled a zap sign right at him.

slowly mect moved closer along the green grass and hiding by crosses then by trunks of trees until he was close enough. he observed she was visiting her mom. mect went back to hes trees then made hes way to the park. tomorrow humans will be cooking meat and drinking, playing out in the sun in celebration of small Easter. Mect was brewing all kinds of plans to infiltrate all the humans. The lady on the bike had not gotten far before she started feeling uncomfortable.

she put it down to the rough tar road and maybe her tires were a bit to hard. but she could not understand why she was so sensitive as she rides this road all the time. she waved at some friends uncomfortably as she continued. the feeling went from annoying to agitating, weird to a wet pussy. it felt good. its been a long time since she has felt this way. it was a reserved and controlled for a place and a time. after all she is not young and reckless. her mind worked over time until she planed to get home and rub her self off. That has not happened forever it seemed as well. Confused , she could feel her body coming undone. ' Jag kumma' she hissed. All of a sudden a rush rippled through her body , both feet on the ground and braced her self.

she knew this next part but here? now? she could not compute what was going to happen in the open. she had a bit of time to scout her surroundings. It was happening regardless and it had passed her jurisdiction to control 'Jag kummaher!!!!' she yelped silently.

her hips shuddered uncontrollably, her face red and scrunched up as she took her full ORGASM. grinding into her seat, her knees buckled, her one foot almost out of her flattie as she jerked , trembled and shook out her ORGASIM with clenched fists and released her orgasm all over her panties.

with all the shaking her pic nic box had fallen to the floor and all the contents in it had broken and fallen. As she rode off after picking it all up. A Man came out of a street corner walked to her, left behind mess and put hes finger through the liquid drink mixed with crumbs and dirt.

Mect watched him from the saddle of the bike as she rode away from the man. mect could tell that a lot more excitement would be coming to this lady