'Don't stare too much, dude, you might go blind.' "You're shaking, Josh, are you feeling okay?" "Yes, I'm sorry," he let out, backing away. "I'm just..... I don't know." "It’s okay, Josh," I consoled him, rubbing his arm. "Are my tits making you feel uncomfortable?" "Whoa, hello," he protested, getting out of his chair. "I do not need to hear my daughter-in-law saying the word 'tits' or any other word to describe your, well, you know." "My breasts, hooters, bosoms, jugs, melons, Josh?" I asked,. We were cruising aimlessly along the well-lit avenue in Bruce's Mustang. The row of high rise buildings ended and the dark grassy hills of the park dominated the view. Bruce slowed the car and examined the scenery thoughtfully. Suddenly, we were plunging into a dark and empty parking lot. A row of trees in the far end made it even darker; it felt cozy and private.We stopped in a not so dark spot, near the walkway that led to the pond. Bruce opened his door and invited me out, "Come. Let's see. She wrapped her palms around it, as if measuring my girth, then explored my cock ring, especially the tiny snake head casted and soldered to the ring. She used her finger tips to explore the texture of my cock, savoring every vein and every skin fold encountered on their passage. Her fingers took special care to study very thoroughly the margins of my glans, giving even more special attention to the sensitive recess at the bottom side of my cock's head. She slid her fingers to my cock's eye,. Traffic on the road seemed to be picking up. I expected it was because the kids had returned to the three colleges inside the higher education zone. That area was designated as the Chapel Hill, Raleigh, and Durham triangle.I made it back home and was still bored so I watched a couple of episodes of the Top Chef Canada show. I have no idea why I liked that better than the US show, but I did. It was 10 PM so I decided to check the new CCTV cameras. I was still learning their capabilities. I.