He toyed with the pulleys for a few moments and quickly got the hang of it. The whole time, his cock had never softened a little bit. When he had me...at the perfect height for him, he stepped close between my upraised legs and rubbed his cock against my hole. "I know you're not planning on running that fat dick up me dry," I said, a little too urgently. "Hell no. I like it nice and wet." Saying that, he spit on his fingers and rubbed his saliva all over my hole. Enjoying the. We drove to an area just off Junction 9 off the M62 which is a site many people use to go dogging - it's kind of quiet there, not much traffic flows through there. I remember feeling many emotions that evening, I was nervous, excited, scared but extremely turned on. We pulled up and walked down a path, where one side is lined with trees. We walked into the trees and found a nice little spot. The guy I met with slowly started to massage my cock through my jeans - with seconds I was rock hard. He. “I supposed I could check to see if he was enjoying himself.”“And if he was?” her husband quizzedA sexy smile crossed her face as she kissed him and again found where his pants had become tight with excitement.Forgetting for a moment that they were in a public place the two kissed one another as though they were alone. He gently put his hands on her face and traced her lips with his tongue. Small kisses to her soft lips became a deep passionate kiss as her hand explored his manhood.“I hate to. She divorcedthose kids' birth father when Joanne was five and that "father" has noother part in this story at all.Fred got married to a woman years before. That woman had a daughter froma previous marriage of *hers*; the daughter is named Stephanie.Stephanie's father is *not* mentioned in this story at all. After Fredand the woman were married, *they* had a son together themselves andnamed him Patrick. Subsequently, Fred and the woman divorced, too.Fred met Patricia some time later and they.