He bicycles everywhere he can and had discovered a spot that he thought would be perfect.Near one of the local rail road tracks there is an access roa... that leads under a bridge by the river. It's a huge piece of undeveloped land in the city. You can park on a street and walk into the land with no problems or hassles.So we agreed to met and he took me to his new spot. The road is fenced off from the rail area and he manged to find a three foot gap between the fence and the bridge in a spot. ‘What is this? An assignment for Creative Writing 101?’ She brightened. ‘Yes it is. A change of roles for the moment. I am the teacher, you are the student. You are to write me a story, no more than 250 words, of your favorite fantasy. Even one you haven’t thought of yet would be more than acceptable. The first thing that comes out of your finger tips, no editing, no revision.’ ‘Hell… Can I clean up the typos?’ Another pause. ‘OK. But that’s it, nothing else.’ ‘How do you know that I’ll follow. Everything took on that freeze frame, slow motion aspect, and I could clearly see the interplay of the muscles in her ass cheeks as she rocked slightly back and forth. My cock was immediately rock hard as my eyes almost bored into her cute, sexy ass, then she hurled herself into the water and churned down the pool, turning at the far end and churning back down again, and I watched her all the way, totally mesmerized. Then she stood up, laughing, and I gasped in shock, it was Natasha, my own. I knew what was coming next, and it happened with his hand making its way up my skirt. He stopped at my inner thighs."Don't stop, Charles."He continued, and when he found my pantie-less pussy, he said, "Alice, I want to fuck you so bad." We will, Charles, we will."As Charles fingered my pussy, I reached over and felt his swollen man thing. It felt as big as the word had been through the school. I asked, "Charles, can I take it out and play with it." He did not answer but unzipped his pants and.