I wonder briefly, perhaps it is a murderous plot to kill me by luring me into a trap. I would hardly be noticed missing by my loved ones and no-one ca...es about me; I could disappear and not be missed. I might as well be a homeless man.I have a dilemma: do I walk into a possible trap or not? What if it is not a trap? My empty office offers no advice for me, and I file the card in my pocket. I cannot resist thinking about it and balance it on my car dashboard so I can see it as I drive. It's. I looked around and there was no one in site, and I had not seen anyone while I ran, or coming into the park, so I felt it was safe to express myself. I took my t-shirt off, followed by my bra, shorts, and panties. There I was naked except for my shoes and socks out in a public park. God, how great if felt – somehow wicked yet very natural. I just wanted to stay this way forever. But, the hotness of the feeling overtook me and I needed to take care of my own needs. I spread out my shirt. It was up to Tamara where I shot my load, I had promised her I wouldn’t speak or tell her what to do, so it was in her hands. If she carried on I would cum inside her, or maybe she wanted to take my load in her mouth, I had no say in the matter. Being inside her felt so good I was happy to pump her full of thick white cum. We were so connected and had known each other for a long time so we knew what each other was thinking and what each other wanted when it came to sex. Tamara lent forward. . . our signal that we should keep this all a secret.April arrived, the month of my birthday. Until August, we were only three years apart numerically. First-Saturday in May she surprised me. We’d barely been kissing for ten minutes when she gave me the usual signal. “Aren’t you getting tired?”“I uh. . .”“No,” she insisted, “I really, really think you look tired.”“But. . .”“Trust me, Josh. You’re tired.”Something in her tone convinced me. Five minutes later I was lying naked in my bed under the.