You push your fingers inside. It’s warm and tight, throbbing with the expectation of being filled and fucked, extra wet with the thought of all that...happening outside, in the open, in the heady mix of sunshine and rain. With your eyes closed, you’re surprised to feel my tongue join in with your fingers, tickling your clit as you finger your pussy from behind, the slap of your palm against your wet skin signalling how hard you want to be taken.“Fuck me, I want you in me. Make me come.” I push. “Diane and I were supposed to keep you busy after work on Friday; did we do a good job?”“Oh yeah, you did a great job. How did you know I was coming?” “Your parents called to let me know,” she laughed, “We are going on a road trip!”I pulled up to Diane’s house and she was at the curb with a small bag as well. I guess everyone was in on this one. With the three of us in my Chevelle, I power braked a long burnout at the last stop sign before getting on the highway. The girls screamed in delight. There is some indication that she was involved with some child porn stuff. We don't know the full extend of this, but my niece was almost involved in the same operation."Kenny scratched the stubble on his chin. "I may be just a stupid cowboy, but I don't see how all this stuff relates."Paul sighed. "It may not, but it may. We don't know until we do some searching. Will you help us?"Kenny looked at an anxious Star. "Don't know if it'll do any good, but I just can't say no to something that will. I only had a simple question that I posted, yet, it drew your attention and you responded. I read that response on my page and decided I wanted to know more about the man in the tailor-made suit. So, I messaged you privately and it went from there. Due to your age, you thought you had me all figured out. You were, after all, eighteen years older than me. You thought your experience meant that you knew women like me, that we were all the same. And again, thinking back, I still laugh. You.