Did I say restaurant? Oh&hellip, I meant picnic. In the park. Were in Beverly Hills though&hellip, He watched my face, waiting to see my reaction to t...is little change of plans. I couldnt help but laughing. You want to have a picnic in the dark at a creepy park? Dressed like we are? He nodded, completely serious and got out of the car. I didnt know what else to do but do the same. Its not dark. He got a picnic basket out of the back seat and took my hand. Not in a romantic way, just in a. Beyond that, he wasn't hearing a great deal from his son. From what he could figure out, Charlotte's parents were in grudging admittance that their daughter was living with a guy in a tiny furnished apartment without benefit of marriage, but didn't exactly welcome it. Jason understood that; if he'd had a daughter Charlotte's age, he would most likely have felt the same way. For that matter, he wasn't exactly sure he fully approved of his son doing it, either. But it was his life to lead, and he. 'He reaches down and pulls your bikini bottoms down to your knees. He moans as he feels your soaking vagina and expertly zeroes in on your throbbing clitoris. As he rubs it gently with a single finger you feel as if a bolt of electricity has hit you. Looking into his eyes, you can see he's just as turned on by this as you are. By the danger of being caught, and by your arousal. Seeing his need only makes the whole situation hotter.Heat. You look at the thermometer. It is climbing towards 50°c. She yelped at the pressure I applied. I spun her around and now her naked frame was pinned to my making it look as though I was embracing her behind. Talk about sexy, that just might have been the single most smoothest and sex move I put together in my life. Leaning down into her ear I whispered "You one sexy mother fucker." With my free hand I gripped her titty and kissed her gingerly on her neck. I was amazed to hear her moan at my actions. “But I can’t let you shoot me baby girl.”"F f fuck.