” The woman spoke.The man scanned the horizon. “Looks like there is a forest not too far from here, maybe we’ll find something there.”“It mi...ht be dangerous though, so do we have any weapons?”“No, I’m not exactly sure how we got here but I think we’re lucky to have clothes.” He laughed before they both did a celebratory dance at how well they’d conducted themselves independently.Soon after’ they headed into the forest, they found themselves following a small critter with black fur. They did too. So we had a chat walking back to my car etc and she was just talking about how her son loves football(soccer) and i said id take him for a kick around on the field if she wanted since his dad wasnt interested only in drinking ale and watching the tv. So we sat in the car i looked at my watch and she said its getting late we best be off. So i started driving to were she wanted me to go, which was down this dirt path which cars could access, i drove down there presuming thats where her mother. I worked my tongue up and down my gardener’s shaft, taking the whole thing every time he thrust. I could hear them talking to each other giving directions and suggestions, but I was so focused on the dual pleasure zones of my groin and my throat that I could not register what they were say. After a few more minutes of fabulous throat massaging, they decided to switch places. My gardener pulled out and I still wanted more.My neighbor’s cock suddenly appeared at my head, and I grabbed it with my. Timefor business.I didn't want to, knew I had to, think about what that steady look of hismeant. What my gaze back did. I tried to shrug the thought away, regroup,gather myself in, close up. I wrenched right leg over left, awkward in thetight space of the booth, but managed to hook knees and as I tugged again,saw that the man in pinstripes slip closer to the sailor's side. But thesailor kept his eyes fixed on me.I don't think I've ever before been skewered that way by someone else'sgaze, pinned.