I continued with light, torturing licks around her vulva, my tongue waltzing around her wet pussy. “Emma please! Stop teasing!” she pleaded, fina...ly breaking the wordless silence that had formed. “Fuck me!” I grinned, enjoying this control of tormenting her. But she had enough. Grabbing my hair, she pushed her cunt into my face. I dug in. She tasted amazingly sweet, like honey and nectar. I parted her lips with my fingers. Her milky juices slowly dripped out of her silky slit. I poked at her. We crawled inside thepickup and my lovely wife proceeded to get naked. Sheencouraged me to pull my pants and underwear off and puther head in my lap. My wife sucked my raging hard-on in the pickup as Istared off into the darkness. When my erection wassufficiently hard she got on her knees on the front seatof the pickup and waved her rear end at me. I didn’thesitate to get on my knees and sink my cock into herwaiting pussy. It wasn’t long before I found myselfbucking back and forth. Come, sit beside me."I still hesitate."Is there something wrong with the bench? It is dark green, I believe. Is it not safe or something?" No, no, it's not that. That park bench has a lot of memories for me." Oh, really? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you of anything bad." Not bad memories. Good memories. Many good memories." Why don't you sit down and tell me some of your good memories about this dark green bench in Memorial Park. You can help me with my drawing at the same time."I sit. I reallyliked that picture because Mom had taken me to her beauty parlor to getmy hair styled - not super-fancy or anything - just trimmed and shapedand lightened a little. And I'd only put on just a little makeup - alittle eyeshadow and lip gloss. I'd seen how some of the girls had puton a lot of makeup and their photos made them look really garish and Isure didn't want to look like that. And Mom had helped me pick out awhite blouse to wear that looked really nice on me and she loaned me.