They would go for 'jogs' together, the sordid couple dressed up in running gear, disappearing for as long as they dared. They'd find some isolated patch of countryside and he would f**k her, bent over a wall or fence, or up against a tree. Their exertions leaving them suitably flushed and sweaty when they returned home.
She would send him text messages, telling him how much she loved him and how much she wanted to f**k him. She was from a generation that was totally familiar and totally comfortable with camera phones, so she saw nothing unusual in sending him photos or videos of herself. He was from a different generation and hadn't had a mobile phone as a teenager, so he was faintly scandalised when he first started receiving images of her naked body.
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