It was a very stiff conversation as her in-laws sat and listened to our conversation.I asked her if she wanted to join me at the church picnic tomorro.... She accepted, I told her I would pick her up at noon.I picked up some cold beer and snacks before I picked up Kathy. She was wearing a white button blouse, buttoned all the way up to her neck. She had on a pair of fitted slacks, my, my how they fitted her body, and flats. Her hair was in a ponytail, little or no make up.She waved good bye to. I bit the end of a pillow as I came over his fingers and as I heard his wife cum in the room next to us, screaming the place down.It was Ron’s turn now and he’d stripped his boxers off before I had a chance to move and do the job myself. His cock was wide and girthy and looked so suckable. I put my head into his crotch and started to suck. Ron moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. He tasted good and his pre-cum tasted even better. Fuck!I sucked harder but Ron shook his head. ‘Not yet,. " You know what he wants to hear..." Yes, Randy!" Bernice parroted -- and giggled. "You make it sound like that's all there is to it!" Everybody treats Randy like he is a kid or an idiot," Miriam insisted. "Nobody gives him a break. Every time he tells someone to do something, he gets, 'But Randy!' -- or an excuse, or an argument -- or even ignored. This was the thing that got us hooked up -- I acknowledged that he was in charge and I did as I was told! I trusted him to be right -- and he was!". I was a voyeur already. She wanted to be watched and I loved to watch. The public flashing came first. We would travel 20 miles or so to stores and she would take different outfits and change as we drove. Short skirts, booty shorts, sexy shirts, etc. Things progressed from there. One day a trucker was looking while she was changing clothes in the car and honked his horn. Voila !! We started flashing truckers as well. I would tell her stories when we are fucking. Still do!! About scenarios of.