To her left is the park,where she and Chip will sometimes go on the Sunday morning after to feedthe ducks, eat ice-cream or doughnuts and just be for ... few hours more.To the right, shuttered shops; off licences, convenience stores, abookmakers and an Indian restaurant she's visited with Chip and theothers once or twice. Just ahead, breaching the no parking lines on herside of the street sits a small, dark hatchback - its engine ticking asit cools - beside a gated entrance to the park. Otherwise. “Yes, I know,” she said, pushing the door. “Now. Quick. Inside.”When I hesitated, Barbara pulled me in by my tie. She laughed when I gasped, “What are you doing?”Leading me to a cubicle, Barbara said, “Don’t ask questions, Jason. Do go with it, sweetie. Perhaps you’ll like it.”Astounded by the possibilities, I said, “I don’t believe it. This isn’t real.”Through a chuckle, Barbara said, “It’s real, Jason.”By then we were in the stall, my mind awhirl with conflicting impressions because this I. I put the laptop away and slipped the panties off quickly kicking them between the bed and nightstand. I jumped back under the covers, now completely nude, with only my bedside light still on. I heard the dog moving around downstairs as the rest of the house remained eerily quiet. Finally I could hear Laura’s sandals flap on the sole of her feet coming up the stairs and then the guest bathroom door open and close. For the next two minutes I lay with a lump in my throat mustering every ounce of. You are staring at my hand following its path downward, anticipating what I will do next. Your cock is fully erect and hard as a rock as you continue to stroke it up and down, squeezing it and your eyes are just devouring me. My hand reaches the junction of my legs and I open my legs wider, holding my pussy lips apart with my two fingers. The water is rushing over my little hard clit and I moan out loud, “ahhhhhh yes”, letting you know how wonderful it feels. The cool water caressing my hard.