The elder local folk called crone and eccentric, some quietly referred to her as "The Witch," sensed, no, she felt, there was someone, or some thing, ...ollowing close on her heels. Behind her, as she shuffled slowly through the new-fallen snow, that some one, or thing, was watching her every move very closely. The one who dared this, actually stalking her, smelt of the realm most evil. The old one worried naught. Long eon ago she had fully accepted her fate and she was always ready to die. If. " "Wet?" Any more of this and wetness will shoot all over the place. We stood there what seemed like forever without a word. My clit was standing at attention and dripping more now. "Well, that hardness looks like it needs attention." "Stroke it!!" "Please, can I just go?" "Nope, not till you stroke it." "But my clit might shoot a load" "So what just get to stroking it." I'm stuck here, so I just start stroking it. "Nice, you can stop we don't want an accident." He said, "one last thing a slut. . He didn't really want a stranger's baby growing inside her womb, did he? He was bound to stop her, wasn't he?It was only a 20-minute drive to the park. It had a reputation for drug dealing and after dark prostitution, but during the day, people would walk their dogs and mothers would let their young children play. The toilets were virtually derelict; they had long been a haunt for gay men to find cheap pickups and dealers to pass drugs and money between cubicles.Ron parked the car and went. "Oh my god!!" I screamed as he deflowered me. it hurt, being stretched like that. but it felt so good, so full. he paused for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. but I heard him groan behind me."Damn Aimee...I don't know how long I’ll last with your pussy squeezing my dick like this." As I finally adjusted to his size, I pushed my hips back, giving him the 'ok' to go ahead. And so I felt him start to pull out before pushing back in. then he did it again, and again. before finally he.