“Fuck…” I muttered, slightly embarrassed now that I had had an orgasm and was sitting in my own semen. “That was…fuck…”Tara smiled at me... “Yeah, that was MUCH hotter than yesterday,” she said. “Do you need something to clean up with?”“Yeah, actually,” I said, still embarrassed. There was so much cum that it had covered my hand, and I was sitting in the chair with my now-softening penis lying in a pool of semen on my stomach. Tara stood up, and as she did, I looked carefully at the 2 inches of. I think crap getting locked up until police show up. Then once we get in the room I see it is a monitor bank of the security cameras in the park. And yes, there is one pointed in the direction of the couple. But now they are on the grass near the water and she is sucking his cock. The cameras are Pan Tilt and zoom cameras so he can zero in on the action. He does and he tells me to drop my pants like I did in the woods. I do, but still very unsure about this. I am having a hard time getting hard. Tim and Emma could hardly believe their eyes seeing his surviving sister dressed so conservatively and beautifully at that. Her yellow sun dress with matching purse and white heels made many men in the reception area of the airport gazed hungrily at her. Lisa had stopped being so vain and wore her wire framed eyeglasses. The tall man at her side was dressed in a dark blue suit and looked quite handsome in Emma's eyes. He was a rarity. He was taller than she and it felt good having to look up at. ’ Her accent typically won her huge points with most every man. His brows lifted, heard the obvious flirt, then greeted in response, ‘Hello.’ Marcella reached her copy of January to the author and sang, ‘Per fevore, would sign this for me?’ He sang back, ‘Of course.’ He took the book, set it on the table but his eyes took a moment to look at the most perfect of all his book covers. He flipped the cover open. Marcella sang her name, ‘Marcella.’ ‘Hmm,’ he hummed then wisp the tip of his pen.