"Yeah, I am now wet…" I had to admit it."Would you show me, babe…?” She asked me, hissing softly.I glanced around quickly. There was no one ther.... The night was quiet, dark and still, except for her soft and teasing laughter.“Lift that tight skirt, babe… and show me your wet pussy”She suddenly swung her marvelous legs together.I did just as she said. I could not do anything else. I lifted my hem and pulled my thong down my knees, showing her my wet pussy lips, glistening in the shadows. She. I grabbed her boobs as she rode up and down on my cock.She moaned and groaned loudly as she did this before having the first of many orgasms.Her pussy juices washed over my cock as she came.After a while she rolled over,pulling me on top of her,begging me to 'Fuck my pussy.Fuck it hard.Fuck me till you come'.I grabbed her shoulders to give more grip and rammed my cock deep into her.'Oh god.You are so big.Much bigger than my husband.Oh god.Fuck me big boy'.I fucked her hard for ages,stopping. Before she could get her shorts down to her knees I had slipped one hand between her thighs and began searching for the source of the wetness I felt in her tangled pubic hair. My fingertips slid through her hair and pressed into her plump outer lips. In my excitement, I had trouble finding her slit but Darcy guided my fingers to her center and they slipped easily into her drenched cunt. Darcy was now thrashing on the sofa with one of her legs, to free herself of her shorts, her hand still. We were directed to park out front. All the parking metres had canvas bags over them from the police. We took up great many spaces. It was six in the afternoon and there was a light dusting of snow. When we disembarked, there were many photos taken by quickly-arriving reporters. They did not rush us but seemed to have got the word to be polite.Margarete was pushed in her own wheelchair. She seemed excited and in a good mood. She answered all their questions even though she was getting.