I wanted to run and cry but I just stayed. He looked me right in my eye and blew his load in mouth. Not once looking away. Just grinning as he bobbed ...er head slowly.. I had never seen this man before, but he knew me because when my Mom head arose he said ‘There go yo lil boy’. Before she could see me I ran. I never told anyone because I was embarrassed and hurt, but I could never get the image of this guy handling my Moms head they way he did. Surprisingly, I wasn’t angry, but aroused. I had. I was so mad! Hurt! Angry! But there was one thing I couldn't explain... the wetness and tingling sensation forming between my legs. I didn't realize that my hand was now under my skirt rubbing my pussy. My hand slipped down to my wet and eager slit and started stroking it. I let out a soft moan and hoped they didn't hear back me. Clearly they didn't. My boyfriend just told his mistress he wanted her to ride him. I watched them switch. She was now on top, but only she was riding him reverse. Great opportunity to get him to open up.Sure enough, he was the only soul on the promenade, parked on one of the concrete benches s**ttered along the 1930s-era path. He was what you could call a "big boy" – average height but thick everywhere, from his calves up to the proud round belly that hung over his shorts as he sat. About those shorts: They were certainly stretched to their limit, both by his chunky white thighs and the enormous bulge hugging his right leg. It was almost comically big –. “Hold that note the whole way Cece, please.”The new choral arrangement sounds quite good.“That was great. Everybody give yourself a big hand for that.”“I will sing Warbucks...”“No ... I will!” Paul walked in saying.“Everybody ready, Cathy?” I said getting her attention. She might be one of the many girls who have a crush on Mr. Planck.“Just a minute. I want everyone to know how hard Cathy works. Show them your fingers, dear.”She raised her hands and showed the bandages on a few of them. “That’s.