The first thing I noticed were his neck tattoos, snaking up to his jaw, and traveling down to his arms, even his knuckles. Piercing green eyes, a hand...ome face, dark hair, and medium skin; he was the very definition of a bad boy—and I loved bad boys.“Not here,” Pete said immediately, getting to his feet. He seemed to know the guy.“Relax, sit,” the stranger said. “I’m out with my kid. See that one at the Whack-a-Mole? That’s mine.”“This isn’t a good time—” Pete began, but he was cut off.“The. Carefully I felt an arm across my waist and her warm, soft, naked flesh press into my back. Slowly her hand slid down until it rested on my cock. Unable to suppress my natural instincts my cock began to grow.“I knew you were awake!” she hissed into my ear. “Feels like you’re ready for more,” she added, as my dick strained against my underwear. Instantly her hand reached for my flesh, teasing and stroking me until I was fully hard.“Should I get another of your many condoms,” she asked, with a. . Main b nani k pass chala gaya.. .Ab asli khel shuru hua thaMain ab anju ko batane laga ki vo mujhe psnd hai use ghurta pass beth ta touch krta use jaangh pr vo b mana nhi krti ek baar main jaan bujh kr uss tym pr kpde bdlne laga jb vo mujhe dekhe jb aayi main apne underpants nikal diye usne dekha tu hoga hi aur tab mera lund khada b tha oopps mere lund k baare tu bataya hi nhi mera lund itna bada hai ki auntiyo ko satisfy kr de usne dekhte hi face pher liya but plan khatam nhi hua tha main. Do you think he'd mind?" I can't help that," she said, "but he knows that a lot of the time he can't take care of what I need."With that, she put her arm through mine and we walked together, our dogs pulling us along.What an odd situation. Two competent adults tacitly agreeing to fuck one another in a decision brought on solely by expediency, not passion, not foreplay. Yes, there was lust, at least on my part, but I didn't know about what Dina may have been thinking. Would she be fucking like.