.."I look around."I'm here too early. I don't understand. My watch must be wrong." It happens."He patted the bench seat beside him."Come and sit. Your...daughter attends the school across the park, doesn't she? They are still in class. I haven't heard the bell yet. Come, sit beside me."I still hesitate."Is there something wrong with the bench? It is dark green, I believe. Is it not safe or something?" No, no, it's not that. That park bench has a lot of memories for me." Oh, really? I'm sorry. I. After our climaxes ended, she nuzzled into my neck. “Thank you, Master. I think we both needed that. Is it okay of I just sit here for a bit? I love how I still feel full even after you’ve cum in me, plus the motion of the boat is grinding my clit into you pubic bone and is going to make me cum again.”“I think I can allow that my pet, and if you keep squeezing me like that it’s likely you’ll be completely full again soon. As long as you’re cuddled into me like this we don’t even have to worry. His wife Sarah was a seamstress who loved to sew pretty dresses, and was more than delighted to have one more willing and appreciative model to wear her designs. Ken never ventured from home dressed 'en femme' for fear of running into his real family, but Sandra did, and with relish. He was so flamboyant that he could carry off any outfit that Sarah devised. How he could be so honestly oblivious to the curious stares around him was a source of inspiration to Ken, who had lived his life fairly. My legs almost buckled as my orgasm shook me, cum spurting frommy cock to cover his face. He had closed his eyes as the cum flowed ontohim and now he opened them, looked up at me and winked. I had to concealmy laugh as a cough, in case they heard it on the bed."Very good, now clean him up with your tongue. Pussyboy."I slid to my knees and licked my cum from as much of Lexi's face as Icould reach. I had long become used the taste of my own cum, but lickingit from someone else's face was a new.