Im not that ignorant, she answered, laughing a little bit as she did. Fay started off slow, but began to pick up speed, bobbing up and down on my cock...while rubbing her clitoris with one hand and balancing herself with the other. H-how long do you usually last, she asked, a little out of breath from all of her work. Four minutes….usually…, I said, a little embarrassed. Fay just smiled her angelic smile and kept going up and down on my dick, her tight B-cup tits bouncing up and down in the air. ” Off she drove leaving me on the curb wondering what I’d gotten myself into.Even though they never allowed me to speak Swedish or to hear them speak it, my mother and father were very firm about keeping in touch with other Swedes. I started coming to the Swedish American Center in the fifties. Barring a few years when I was in my twenties and “knew better,” I’ve been coming back for special occasions ever since. In the past couple of years I’ve found that I’m coming back more and more. Many messages appeared but I was just leading people on in truth. I had the day off work and just lay there masturbating, sharing sexy pics with random guys until one local guy caught my attention. We got chatting and as I grew hornier, I started to see if he would be interested in meeting me that day. He was older than me, but very keen, sending me his address straight away. I couldn’t resist the temptation any more and so showered, got dressed and drove the 2 miles to his house. I parked up. Other times she had on a light flimsy skirt. In all scenarios, a group of hikers would come by and would begin to touch her as I took pictures of their m*****ation. As she would inevitably get wet and begin to moan, they would take her, one after another, as I recorded every moment.After months of such fantasies, we resolved to at least make something happen. She agreed to expose herself in public if I did yoga with her at the same time. I agreed! After some planning, we went to the park. She.