"Come on, Danny boy. Get your seatbelt on, and we can head to someplace a bit more private than the parking lot outside your work."Daniel stayed quiet...for the next few minutes, as Candice drove them to a quiet corner of Memorial Park, parked the car, and turned off the engine. His mind raced as he considered the implications of what she had said to him, though. Sex! Actual, honest to god, sex, and he was going to have it with the beautiful girl he'd been fantasizing about getting into for more. But now, he was all bound with a stiff dick that Judy wasn't fucking, and he wasn't rubbing. All the while she could be teasing him by gently touching and massaging the flesh he so wanted to touch, her own flesh, with a sensual touch that would drive his passion. She would move her hands from her breasts down her belly to that little mound delta that seemed to so consume his interest. He could watch her but couldn't touch. She knew how attractive naked flesh was to him. How stimulating. He. I was able to get my triple S done and was mostly dressed when the call came."My name's Bud Anderson, so you can just call me Bud. I'm out of the Amarillo station and have been chasing these guys for ten days now. I've located them three times and organized a take down, but when we got there, they were gone. They had just left. One time there was a cigarette still burning in an ashtray. I'm feeling the only way I'm going to get these guys is to find them and have someone else go in and hold. She turned it on, but I was lost in the depths of her desire. In few quick frantic thrusts, we reached her climax, her cries more urgent and sustained.I kept a pillow on my lap to cover my nudity. Maya was wearing at-shirt. It covered only her thighs. Maya asked me about dinner. I left the choice to her. She said either we can order it at home, or we can go out.We decided to go to her favorite restaurant for dinner. We completed the formalities of calling our respective families. Maya got.