Actually enjoying the small pleasurable feelings I was receiving at my touch, I almost chanced to explore the mound further. Then it hit me. How utte...ly wrong it was. I had a penis! This thing wasn't mine! It belonged to that woman I was passing. For god's sake, I had a mouth between my legs, a gaping maw that didn't belong there. I was a man! I laid back and rolled over, enraged by the injustice of it all once more. As I buried my face in the couch cushions, I cursed the man I had ran into at. Sure, cum on down.He knocked onthe door and when I opend it he was wearing a sweat outfit,a sure sign that he was probably wearing something else too. He came inand locked the door behind him. "I still feel like I owe you a good cumfrom the other day." He took off his sweats and about blew my mind. Hewas wearing a short red nighty, matching bra and panties and somestockings that stayed up by themselves. I went shopping he said andyou're over dressed. He went to the undie drawer and took out my. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it,. ”While pounding Mrs. Jones Pussy doggie style I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues danced together in our mouths. Mrs. Jones bit my lip and said “Chad I can’t look for your missing girl if I’m not facing the cameras.” She had a point so rough her up a little and slammed her onto the table and forced her head to look at the camera that was watching main entrance. “No matter what I do you better keep your eyes on the TV and tell me if you see the girl I’m looking.