In public he was a fun, out-going, attractive gentleman. Alone she saw him as her ebony fantasy man -- sexy, dark, masculine.The area around her car w...s abandoned, the other shoppers either gone or, choosing to stay out of the rain, parking closer. He pulled into a neighboring spot and left the engine running. As she turned to say good-bye and thank him for the wonderful conversation she noticed a hefty bulge in his slacks. It started at his crotch and worked its way up to his pocket. She was. I don't want to die, I'm only 15, I don't want to be killed really, I just have recurring fantasiesof being impaled in front of a huge crowd on a spear, of it being pushed slowlyinto my lower belly, of me looking down in wonder as I feel the glorious finalecstacy of it piercing my insides, of shouting my thanks as my breasts arewhipped, of floating away in the most submissive act possible..???? I know that what the man says is truethough, and fear flashes through me again, but my pussy is. I was pleased to see she had a bald pussy and started kissing my way down her body so that I could taste it. It was such a hot sight for me to see my boss up close like that, wearing nothing but her wedding ring. I kissed her neck and then stopped to kiss each of her breasts. Then I licked my way down to her belly button, kissed her there, and then ran my tongue down to her pussy. “Oh, yes,” she said as I started eating her out. Her hands held my head as my tongue worked on her clit. “You taste. Her tits jiggled slightly as she walked past me. And her swaying ass seemed to call me. I headed after her.She was standing by her car when I approached her."Hi. It's me again." Hi!" She seemed pleased to see me again. I took that as a good sign."You know... am from out-of town... and I know this is weird... and if you think I am coming onto you... that would probably be true... was wondering if you'd have time for a coffee... there's a Starbucks right across..."She looked in the direction I.