" he suggested."With a big glass of your special brew, I can handle the chill," I agreed."Well, I have a sweat shirt, I leave here just for this kind ...f thing," Helen said.So we all moved to the patio. Helen's sweatshirt did a couple of things. It hid her small extended tummy, and the allowed her breast to appear soft and larger than they probably were. She did have a nice little butt to go along with the rest of her soft body.Hugo was lean for the most part, but like all game wardens he showed. There was a corner shop behind where I stood and a steady stream of people entering and leaving it. It was approaching eight o'clock; leaving me a thirty-minute wait in the public spotlight, open to view to all.Twice kerb crawlers propositioned me; the first in a battered van asked me if I was willing to fuck him senseless in the back. The second wanted a blowjob, right there and then, as long as I swallowed his load.An elderly couple approached, the woman called me a dirty whore while the man. She ran her finger around the head, smearing my precum around. Then she put two fingers on it, then gently wrapped her small around it and stroked it very gently. I thought maybe I was dreaming. I had never had a woman touch my wanker before. "I heard you say my name. Were you thinking of me while stroking yourself? Am I the reason you are so hard?" Kelly said in a sultry voice. I could not believe what was happening, I was about to explode but was holding back as long as I could. Then Kelly. She came. It soaked my face. She was gasping, thrusting her ass upwards, pushing her hips up in the air, and she was moaning and gasping and making a shit of noise. And she kept saying things as her body was shaking and trembling.She finally collapsed on the towel. I lay there. My dick was throbbing against the towel on the floor. My balls were tight as hell, and I was so fucking worked up looking at this teenage girl naked, having just cum about a half dozen times. And then suddenly, she.