We turn onto the main road and took the first right down a single lane county road that no one really uses. A little way along he indicated and pulled...into a passing spot enough room for 2 cars. I parked behind him stopped the engine and got out the car, a walking to the back. After stepping into mirror view again he opened his door and walk to the back of his car. Nerves were shot now i didn’t know what to do, so i walked down the side of my car nearer to him, as i got nearer i could se he was. By the way, this is not the same park that I give a man the handjob at in one of my previous stories.Last Friday wasn't going to be as busy as other Fridays normally are. It was my weekend without my boys, so I didn't need to grocery shop. I'd be working all weekend and not home. I still had a few minor errands to run, but could take my time.The day started out chilly, but it was going to warm into mid 70's quickly. I put on a pair of sneakers, grey sweatpants, a blue T-shirt and light. B is the Bone Ranger and FUCK NO that ain't right. I know Mr. B. He's a friggin accountant. Sure he works out but he's an accountant... Right?My body was paralyzed while my mind tried in vain to make this shit make sense. Ms. B was sitting there holding Mr. B's cock, stroking it right in front of us. They had to know we could see them. But wait... HOLY MUTHER FUCKING SHIT! Mr. B is the FUCKING Bone Ranger. Lisa and Leslie just FUCKED the Bone Ranger. WHAT THE FUCK IS REALLY GOING ON HERE?I just. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on or enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…As a widower I spent most of my time on my own, at forty-three I was too young for the Derby and Joan club and too old for the modern dance halls, which left the pub and the cinema, neither of which filled me with ‘joy’.