I let him play with my tits but stopped him from going any further. On our 2nd date we repeated the car scene only this time I let him into my jeans. ...He fingered me until I had an orgasm. I wanted to return the favor. When I finally undid his belt and zipper I reached into his underpants. I was very disappointed when I reached his cock. He had a very small and thin cock. I hid my reaction as I didn’t want to hurt his feeling. As we were making out I stroked his cock. I didn’t take very long. It was a job that was far from perfect, but it paid pretty well. It had regular hours, and the kids could visit me on the job. I worked 14 hour shifts Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I joked that it was a lot like an ER nurse, except that it was to save trees and ducks, not people.I had been divorced for three years on that Sunday morning, and a park ranger for the same amount of time. Three years before that Sunday morning my father and I had made a shaky peace, we had managed to forgive each. “Miss Little has already met you several times,” I said, “and she knows you speak perfectly good English. Besides, neither of us speak a word of Russian so how’s that supposed to work?”“Brevka,” said Dad in a fake-Russian accent. “Dassayovitch.”“What does that mean?” I askedHe shrugged. “Haven’t got a clue. But it sure sounded ... ouch.” He stopped talking and rubbed his arm where Bonnie had pinched him.“Behave!” I said sternly and glared at Dad.He grinned at me cheekily, but he stopped. ”“You’d better, or the first you’ll hear about your son will be in an email,” laughed Brenda.Hawk tried to look sternly at his two wives. Unfortunately, he was a complete failure, bringing out a laugh from everyone. Even Hawk was laughing as he said, “OK, Deke, please continue.”“At first, we tried to put more and more pressure on Candice’s lawyer. Eventually, we discovered his only means of contacting Candice was an email address and a postal drop in New York, and she wasn’t responding to.