I think that I can.”“What is that supposed to mean?”“Forget I said it ... You’re not going to be listening in on our conversation, are you?�...�“Only because this is the fiftieth time you told me. I don’t like that either. What is this all about?”“The less you know, the better.”“That is what I am afraid of.”There are roads through the park, but parking is mostly restricted to outside the main park. There is a small parking lot in the centre, but it is a big park, and we are supposed to meet halfway. It had also been a few days since we had sex so he was probably pretty anxious in the first place and me doing what amounts to teasing him, although to that point it was the furthest thing from my mind, certainly wasn’t helping him any. Being the good wife I figured “why not”, I took another deep drag, exhaled, pressed the garage door opener to close the door and as it lowered I moved over to where he was standing on the stepstool. As I took another drag I pressed the garage door opener,. My hand is now stroking it so fast it's become a blur. He bites his lips and his eyes return to mine. I can tell by his face he's about to cum, his thrust become quickened, more frantic, until we finally both cum, together. I shoot 8 ropes of thick white cum against my sons door, using all of my will power not to cry out in ecstasy. Colby shoves his black body against my son's firm ass, shuttering as he unloads what I can only imagine is a big load. He stands, not moving as he tries to regain. Not that she initiated most of the more interesting groupings but she didn't hold back any that Dent could see. Now Sosho was an entirely different story. She was insatiable; it was the only word Dent could think of. There wasn't anything she wouldn't try or do, it seemed. She seemed to prefer Dent as her sexual partner but had no qualms about broadening her experience, especially if he was involved somehow.The only time Nesho had even started to display some reluctance was after Dent had.