I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. Because everything that was happening, felt so good and so right. As we walked away we decided that we didn't want t...is evening to end. So we both agreed to walk the half of a block to a city park and recreation area. It was a very large area, where they had grassy fields for playing sports, walking paths and picnic tables for all to enjoy. We made our way to the walking path, we were in an area between the grassy fields and the picnic tables. The trail curved. ” She hesitated, giving me a moment to ponder and absorb that thought. “It felt really good, in my dream. Huge and thick in me. Another reason I’m so wet.” “Undoubtedly – you’d need to be, to take him. So what about the rest of the guys – what were they all doing while you were playing ride ‘em cowgirl with Michael?” She wriggled back against me again and giggled. “This is the embarrassing part – this is where it starts to get kinda kinky.” It was my turn to laugh. “Oh, so this is the kinky. ...love the smell of your asshole!!!!.....wowwwww”...and he shoved his nose inside her naked ass again and sniffed while stroking his cock again. She then got up and said she needs to put on some clothes. He watched her put on her salwar and then the kameez and then she sat on the bed and invited him to join her and the plumber and Liza continued kissing in the bed and he fondled her breasts and ass and then later both took a nap for an hour until it was lunchtime. It was afternoon and I. He seemed to suck the light into him, the air blurring and twisting as he moved towards Brentt, the grass parting as he approached. His long raincoat flapped in the wind, slower and more deliberately than it should have. Deep within his eyesocket, the setting sun flared in a blood-red pinpoint. "Walk with me..." A gentle command, not a request. Brentt was powerless to refuse anyway. A cool, manicured, pale hand was extended to him, and he took it. Sarachan twined his fingers around Brentt's and.