She was close enough that I could talk to her so I asked her, "Excuse me, but do I know you?" You're Randy Webb, aren't you?" she asked."Yes, I am and...may I ask who you are?" Sandy, Sandy Holdsworth. You used to date my older sister Beth Holdsworth. She's Beth Benton now." Nice to see you again, Sandy. Last time I saw you, you had pigtails and braces. You sure have changed," I smiled. "Who's the little sweetheart?" Oh, this is my daughter Samantha. I call her Sam or Sammy unless I get mad, then. Carol was leaning against a tree, arms above her head, legs spreed. Not wanting to bother her, the situation did not call for me to step in, I turned around and went back to the Jeep. I would say about thirty minutes later she come back down the trail, opened the Jeep passenger door and got in. I asked her if she had a good walk, she just looked at me and said she jest had been fucked by a man that she walked up on masturbating. Sure enough there was another car behind us, in the trees I did. The other candidate for my horny little cheerleader act was Randy Longmire with diabetic wife needing medical care and saddled with the burden of no less than four teenaged children all requiring supervision from a live-in nanny that looked a lot more attractive than any nanny should look like. I saw the pictures of them together and the smiling young girls and the nanny all clustered around the middle-aged Randy with the invalid wife sitting in a wheelchair like a character from some soap. He wipes his hand across my panties, then out from under my skirt, wiping the cum off on the front of my skirt! He does that several times, making sure the front of my skirt is as wet and cum soaked as my panties. The subway doors open and he disappears, leaving me exposed on the subway, miles from our room, a large obvious wet spot on the front of my skirt. Glancing over, I see Mistress laughing in delight at my humiliation.Obedient faggot on his knees, hands to his side, sole focus on the.