I hear the crunch of the leaves on the ground get closer and slower. I see him before he sees me. He's looking around cautiously probably thinking he'... been stood up, he turns and see's me and he looks relieved. He looks me up and down and smiles. I smile, walk towards a tree whilst keeping my eyes on him. I lean into the trees and let him get a good glimpse of my butt. He walks over, strokes and then squeezes my ass. A little spank. I turn, drop to my knees and grab his bulge in his jeans, he. I can assure you that as we move further, there are surprises, jerks, thrills and aesthetic feelings you would surely mesmerize.This happened a year back but the memories are as fresh as the dawn of the mornings. There was this stupid chat website online which I searched from google and I ended up getting a huge crowd of men and women. I tried my luck with few women and nothing worked.In order to understand how does it feels to be a woman, I entered the chat as a woman and damn, I found out. They both laughed at breaking the spell they had me under. I love these women, sometimes. Then Kaja ordered me to flip over so they could continue. Now I got to look at them as they worked on me. They started that process all over again. But this time, one or the other would lean over to kiss me, or drape their bra covered tits over my face and giggle. When ever I tried to touch either of them, they would playfully slap at my hands, saying that there would be time for that later. They started. Miffed, he parked and sat in his car, waiting for his wife to come out. Time dragged and by nine-thirty, his wife still hadn’t come out. Even grumpier than when he arrived, Marcus got out of his car and headed for the door. There were two or three other cars in the lot and some lights were still on inside, so Carol probably wasn’t the only one still there. ‘She’s probably shooting the breeze with someone,’ Marcus thought, his anger still on the rise. He checked the door. It was open. He went.