But then he insisted and I anyways was waiting for some action.So, thought maybe this could be it. He asked me the address and drove me to my residenc... with very less conversation. But then this became more often, and then a routine. Now during these brief drives, I had never invited him home. I was dying for his dick in my fucking wet pussy.But so unlike me, I was waiting patiently. I’d sometimes imagine my dildo being his cock and had orgasms. All I knew about him was that he was married like. Smiling he pulled out a pair of handcuffed and cuffed me to the tree. He walked around the tree checking me out as I laughed asking what he was doing. He then walked behind me and untied my top and let it fall to the ground. He then unzipped my skirt and slide it over my hips and pushing it down to my feet. I stepped out of the skirt as he pushed my legs apart rubbing my clit over the top of my bathing suit. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was at the same time so scared of being caught. She lowered her plump, sexy rear onto my face. "Go ahead." I kissed the soft flesh of her butt cheeks. She wrapped a hand around me and continued to stroke, slowly. She shifted her position, and now her back-channel was pressed directly against my mouth. I obligingly kissed it, and she leaned forward to take the tip of my cock head in her own mouth. Getting the hint, I began using my tongue, and she used hers. We stayed like that for a few minutes more. "I've been wanting you all night, Jimmy,". Blood spilled from the wounds and I ran to the bathroom to clean them. A heavy scent like roses was in the bathroom and in me, the liquid had touched my open wounds. I cleaned my hand carefully with water and put some bandages while my father was absorbed looking to his experiment.When I reached him for help he noticed the scent that was coming from me, and his face became white as a paper.He saw the wound in my hand and asked me what happened."Nothing, I said I fell down and a glass wounded my.