When I say car park it was just a collection of loose stone compacted down. The club could not afford a real carpark, but then, we were only a small c...ub. The stones causing a crunching noise as you drove or walked on it, a bit like walking on fresh snow.“Why have we parked here, what’s going on”“We are here because it’s well away from the buildings, and we have an hour to kill before Dave’s back”Her hand landed on my thigh and stroked it, slowly moving up to my crutch which she squeezed.“So. With my other hand, I began releasing the buttons down the front of Sandra's blouse, leaning down to kiss first her lips, then her chin, and her neck, and then following the unfastening of the buttons to kiss down her chest, between her breasts, and down her stomach, until her blouse was completely open all the way down. I pushed the light material back off her shoulders, and Sandra sat up to rid herself of it. In the dim light, I could still marvel at the beauty of her breasts, though they. Not yet anyway.” He pulled me around by my shoulder so I faced him and shoved his sticky fingers in my mouth. I sucked my sweet juices off them hungrily. He stood up, pulling me up with him. He led me to the kitchen table, bending me over it. I motioned to stand back up but he was strong and pushed me back down and held me there. I was speechless, I started to squirm to get out of his grip but he just laughed, spanked my arse and said, “Darling, stay still. You’re going to love this, the horny. She slid into the booth opposite him without being invited to do so. He was glad that she did however, actually smiling for the first time, though he quickly closed his mouth. His teeth weren’t nearly as pearly white as hers were. ‘By the way, my names Cathy Johnson,’ she said extending her hand across the table towards him. ‘But people call me C.J.’ ‘Paul Peters,’ he said taking it. ‘But people used to call me Pee-Pee,’ he thought silently to himself. Thankfully, ‘CJ’ didn’t seem to think his.