It had been a magnificent opportunity for Bill to meet potential clients and for Jane to meet the other women of her social class. She suddenly though... with disdain of how she had looked forward to the quilting bees and the travel lectures from women who had read about these strange places, but never visited them.Jane had not given the matter much thought, since she had been consumed with the ways and means of catching up to Curly Johnson, but she now realized how ultimately boring such a life. And then it hit me. As a young kid, I had sometimes played in a wooded area not too far away, and in all the time that I and my friends had been there, we never had seen anyone else around. Next to it, you had a soccer club, but when there was no game being played or training going on, it was always empty.That wooded area had only one entrance, and it was next to a path that bikers used to cut through the area between two important roads. Seen from my home, you had the soccer field and then the. She felt his lips again on her neck and then heard him whisper,“Last one.”He pulled away and she braced herself. More moments passed in agonizing silence. She could feel her pulse pounding in her nipples and pussy.One last “whoosh,” louder than the others came ahead of one, last, stinging SLAP.Jessie bit hard into her lip, nearly drawing blood, but she stayed silent. She passed the test.She once again felt the cold chill of a wet ice cube running up and down her swollen, puffy lips. Soothing. “Oh neat.” she giggled, then aiming right for the piss hole, she gave his tip another quick lick with the tip of her tongue.“Sssss.” he hissed, sucking in his breath as his cock throbbed again to the moist flick of her tongue.She pulled his pants to his knees, and one hand reached out, fondling his balls, while the other hand grabbed the base of his shaft, giving it a nice squeeze.She looked up, meeting Ryan's expression of lust, and disbelief with a big shit eating grin.As her tongue snaked.