.we want you to get your folks permission to come to Central Park. Meet us at the old boat house and wear tennis, no socks or underwear, t-shirt and s...ort pants...' Daniel finished '...bring a towel and be prepared to service our friends for the rest of the evening do this and we might let you go the rest of the year. Don't and we want be very happy campers, that means your secret will be out and every dick in town will be after your sweet tight ass till it hangs open like an old cunt...' Just. His kisses left heat everywhere they touched, including her breasts. He slowly nuzzled her nipple, teasing her, causing her to arch into him, begging him to taste her. When he finally pulled her nipple into his mouth Marie released the lowest, most sensual moan he'd ever heard, coupled with the handful of hair she had a death grip on, he knew she was enjoying this as well. Michael began to lightly run his finger tips upon the nipple not already in his mouth. She seemed to enjoy this but he. She practically threw herself at me all the time. My cock wanted to nestle itself deep inside her womanhood, but my other head just couldn’t get past the grand-daughter thing. Candy, with her sweet, but lustful innocence, her short red-hair, petite, but nicely developing breasts, and her untapped, but smoldering desire to experience all things sexual. And to complicate matters, there was her mother, Trina. Trina of the long blonde hair, full round breasts, and a sexual energy that had lain. .. doing? We... can't... it's not... right..." she protested as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. My kisses moved down to her shoulder as her resistance wavered then waned."Joey... please... please.... oh Joey..." she said, finally giving in to her rising desire and kissing me again. She ran her fingers through my hair as I moved her long brown hair aside and kissed her shoulder again. I could hear her breathing quicken and I smiled to myself. The spark had turned to a little.