“We’re going bowling,” she announced, barely waiting to be told to be home by 9:00. It was 7:00 when we left, so we had two hours to be together... We did go bowling, but we got there via a rather circuitous route. Nicole led me to into an old airplane hangar left over from WWII. Inside was a racquetball court, dark and deserted. When we entered, she dropped to her knees, fidgeted with my zipper, and pulled my stiff member out in the open. She didn’t spend any time with teasing or any kind of. Beneath them the skin was an expressionist palate, vivid purples and yellows intermingling above an indigo and vermilion base, my natural alabaster hues lost in a see of aching, hurting bruises. My cunt was deformed; labia, vulva, clitoris now engorged burning lumps of flesh a cacophony of screamed complaints; no longer a pretty flower now more cathedral gargoyle. My ribs splintered with each breath. My breasts, oh God my breasts. Beaten flesh bags striated with welts topped off with merino. They'd even done it on the sliding board in the play area. The second time that they'd tried the fountain they'd been interrupted by the sound of car doors closing. When they looked up, they saw a couple of police officers with flashlights walking around the park looking for something. They'd quickly grabbed their clothes and ducked into Ted's car. By the time the police officers hit the parking lot they were inside of the car.They'd ducked and hidden inside of the car while the policemen. Now, without the cock in between us, I started making out with the wife exchanging the cum we had in our mouths and licking off what was spilled down her neck and cleavage. This was one hell of an experience for me because it was the first time I had done something like this.We were both so into making out that we forgot her husband was there watching us both.Looking at us make out like lesbian bitches in heat, he had got hard again. He got behind me and unbuttoned my jeans and peeled it off,.