She turned sideways to face anyone walking passed, spread her legs and used the dildo to fuck her pussy.Karen drove a short distance to a nearby park....She walked to a picnic table situated about twenty yards from the walkway. She sat unashamed of the consequences, not caring if she was seen or not. She slid the dildo into her pussy and resumed fucking herself. The early evening was setting in, and she grew more anxious for the night ahead, and her requested gang bang.She closed her eyes,. The sound of a baby crying filtered out to me. It was the hunger cry. I smiled and stretched out on the couch, watching a documentary on a year in Antarctica. Alia was out at a late meeting with a client.Sipping a glass of twelve-year-old Glenmorangie, ice tinkling in the cut-crystal glass, I enjoyed the smooth peaty flavor, the coolness in my mouth, and blossom of heat in my stomach as I swallowed. My mind drifted, meandering back over the last thirteen years. Life had worked out well, just. I knew why – she had always considered oral sex “disgusting”. I was willing to bet that even her late husband had never managed to get his cock into her mouth. She had probably worn rubber gloves to wank him off.Harry played his part magnificently. He leaned down until his face was inches from Betty’s tear-stained one. “Suck my cock or lose your house!” he growled. Betty shrank back.“Well? What’s it to be?” he demanded.Betty nodded. “Yes” Her voice was a small defeated whisper.“No time like the. Anyway, back to the story. As we were just chatting Uncle Jack casually asks "how many times have you seen me sneak around?" I told him about 3-4 times all the during the midnight or later. He opens up about what he did. Seems like they were bi swingers and they were into wife sharing. I know right? what are the odds of meeting such people? I was intrigued by the thought of it. I ask them so you both would suck each other's cocks and uncle Jim was like of course. I told them I gotta watch you.