‘Alright then, give me all of the details.’ She ordered, so I told her everything. I even told her about doping up the Southern Comfort bottle to ...��weaken them a bit and slow down their escape.’ They were a very bad bunch, and were certainly very capable of possibly trying to outgun any attempt at arrest, especially when holding a very large amount of what was probably a brand new designer drug. I made no excuses for my behavior. I had been quite legitimately in fear of my life and hadn’t wanted. The pain was almost all gone, he was going in a smooth rhythm, pulling out slowly and then slamming his cock back deep inside of me. I moaned with each penetrating thrust. He felt so good inside me. "Please Daddy, don't tease me anymore." I begged him, the slow thrust of his cock, teasing me like hell, sending me into shaking fits of mini orgasms, but never a true one. He grinned as he looked down at me, and bent down, still thrusting slowly as he licked at my nipples. It made me moan like. It relaxes me and get me ready for the day. By the way, this is not the same park that I give a man the handjob at in one of my previous stories.Last Friday wasn't going to be as busy as other Fridays normally are. It was my weekend without my boys, so I didn't need to grocery shop. I'd be working all weekend and not home. I still had a few minor errands to run, but could take my time.The day started out chilly, but it was going to warm into mid 70's quickly. I put on a pair of sneakers, grey. Her eyes were closed as the fingers of her right hand danced over her swollen clit and dipped between her glistening lips and her left hand could be seen under her t-shirt squeezing her budding breast and pinching her puffy nipples.Greg had been noticing his developing little girl for the past several months. It seemed like overnight her ass started to fill out her jeans and there were swells in her tight shirts. Secretly he had been trying his best to get a glimpse of her cute little body..