This gives me really good memories back in time when my African Husband happened to become lovers. We did never make love in open fields but coud go out deap in a nearby Forest or in the Mountains in the midle of a Summernight, bringing with us tent or only some Karpets. Sometimes I also brouth with med high-heeled sandals and even stockings to make the exitement and contrast between his great maskulinity and my femininity even bigger...I love this memories...