The hardest thing to do would be trying to come up with a reason to get away from my parents for a moment. My parents are very protective when it come... to me, refusing to let me even have sleepovers, the very few times I have been asked that is.I needed help to try and convince them to let me stay away from my home for what would basically be the entire break. The long and short of it was I needed Frank. A familiar face who my parents knew to be an upstanding member of society.With that in. I moved to the commander's side and pulled out my pen and back-pocket notepad and prepared to take notes.Below us, the woman of the sisterhood gathered about in various postures of shocked dismay and uncertainty. Several ladies were huddled in conversation, and about a dozen was seated on several of the benches facing an arrangement of rocks positioned like islands in an expanse of sand raked to represent ripples in the water. The Zen garden did little to calm the mood of dread which had. Matt smiled. “Cool…” he said.There were still only one or two people at the further end of the platform. Matt sat down on the metal bench, his legs straddled the bench as Jane sat next to him. He immediately pushed his hands up her skirt. He followed her thighs until he touched her pussy. He started to finger it as he kissed her.Matt suddenly looked up to find a middle aged man walk past them. He broke off the kiss with Jane but it was obvious the man noticed his fingers up her skirt. The man. I felt his cock thicken, ripping my throat. He let out a grunt and came. His cum was thick and brackish, but I loved it. It seemed to pour out of him, dumping down my throat. I was trying to swallow it all, I know men like that, but there was too much. It filled my mouth. He pulled out as I gulped desperately. He was somehow still cumming. A thick wad fell on my forehead. Another one covered my cheek, and one shot into my eye. Each glob was the size of another mans entire orgasm. He was jerking.