Kara stepped from the passenger’s side. Adam glanced at her -- she was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, her light brown hair tied in a ponytail.“Thi... is the club,” he remarked.“It’s quiet.”“We’re apt to see some members show up. It gets busy in the fall, when guys come in to zero the sights on their deer rifles.”“Have you ever gone deer hunting with one of your rifles?”“No. I’m not into killing things ... although I do believe that hunting is a defensible activity.”“You said you have a life. Hr had pulled his cock out of the shorts. I missed this dirty filthy feeling of a wet slimy cock.He was gently grinding against my thong covered pussy from behind. I was turned on more than ever before. He leaned forward into me and he was running his hands up my waist.His hands went up my body to my breasts. He began to roughly squeeze them through my sports bra. I was so close to cumming. I could feel my breasts leaking into my padding. He said, "Your body is amazing. A man could really use. “Do you need a hand?” I asked.Betty looked my way, still bent at the waist and said, “Sure.”I stepped through the gate to my fence and apologized for my unkempt appearance.“We were replanting the flower garden,” I said as I stepped over to where Betty was still pulling groceries to the edge of the back part of the SUV.“I wish Bob would replant my garden,” Betty remarked, handing me a bag full of groceries.She grabbed another bag and I followed her through the garage, into the kitchen. As we. I said, “That feels bloody nice to me!”“Me too,” he grinned.“How about unzipping and lowering your jeans so I can see it?”“Somebody might see.”“No, they won’t. We’re sitting high up. It will just look like we’re two guys talking.”He unzipped and raised himself up off the seat and lowered his jeans and underwear to his knees. He raised up his shirt so I had a clear view. His uncut cock was semi-hard and about six inches in length and pretty fat too. My hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it.