I drove to the park and went to the area my friend said where all the fun is. There was a few cars some with guys in them. I got out and had to walk c...ose to this one car with a guy in it. I looked at him and he looked at me and pointed down to his crotch. I smiled and walked over to his car and looked in his window. YUM he had his pants down and was stroking his cock oozing with pre-cum. I licked my lips and he patted the passenger seat. That’s all I needed but the area was way too public, so. “I even shave myself, as you saw earlier.”“I wasn’t sure,” admitted Mel. “Many of the boys I do stuff with have little or no hair.”“But the older ones do, don’t they?”Mel gave a little gasp, as though she’d had a eureka moment. She was quite a paradox, knowing about the safe and fertile periods in her cycle but seemingly ignorant of some of the basic aspects of puberty.“Now open your legs wide and hold still or I might accidentally cut you,” I warned her.I continued with the beard trimmer until. Sarah swept a hand through her light brown hair, pushing it back off herface, she was still a very attractive women at 43, her wrinkle-free facemade her look slightly younger and her trim, sleek frame and largish titswhich she kept in shape by exercising made her the attention of menwhenever she went out, her husband John knew this, they'd married justafter Sarah had left university to go and work at the company where Johnwas a manager, rather than love at first sight it had been lust at. I helped Nicole get up and had her follow me down the steep stairway to the ground. I felt her hand on my shoulder, but she didn't stumble."Ms. Carlisle, Mr. Travers, I'll take your luggage and drive you wherever you need to go," the big man said with a smile.He was another of the dark-suited men I had come to recognize and, of course, he drove a black SUV."My car is at the Detroit airport parking lot, so if you drop us off at Ms. Carlisle's home, we'll be fine from there." Yes, sir. Happy to.