I drove for a while enjoying the sensation of the tights against my skin and the satin panties straining against my cock. Eventually, I parked my car ...nd sat in an area where it was rumoured that gay men hung out once it got dark. At this time I had never experienced anything of a sexual nature with any man and would have classed myself as being bi-curious at a stretch. As I sat there in the dark, I noticed men going off walking in the dark but I did not have the courage to get out of my car.. Don’t reckon ya can.” She waved a finger out at the boat moored up in front of her. “My old man, Carlos, retired not long ago and bought that thing. He got it cheap as boats go, but Lord did he pour money inta it. The damned thin’ kilt ‘im too. I found him dead as hell a couple weeks ago, sittin’ down there--dead as yesterday’s news. The doc said a stroke got ‘im.”“Jesus.”She nodded, then stuck out her hand. “Irene.” I shook with her. “Carl.”She squinted as she looked me up and down. I felt. Then Leanne takes my cock in her soapy hand and washes it, first stroking the shaft and head, then the balls. As she fondles my slippery cock, it starts to harden again. Grabbing the soft soap myself, I drizzle some on to my wife’s tits and massage it in with my fingers. I get the soft globes of her tits all soapy, and then I focus in on her nipples. Slowly, I rub and pinch them with my fingers. They harden at my touch and Leanne moans a little. Then I slide my hands down to soap Leanne’s. The trial judge banged his gavel three times again, and all eyes followed his to the opposite side of the room as a side door slowly opened. The crowd gasped as a woman dressed in traditional garb led a small, young girl towards the table next to me on my left. I recognized her as the girl I'd tried to save by the cut on her forehead above her left eye. It had been closed with several stitches and she was dressed in an all black abaya and hajib and was handcuffed in the front as I was.Our eyes.