However after he jumped into the car my concerns where alleviated. As I speed off he looked at me and I quickly glanced over at the most amazing blue ...yes I have ever seen, he commented "Your a hot fucking Daddy can't wait to taste your cock!" and with that he reached over and started stroking my groin. I knew of a local Provincial Park that did not allow camping and was only for picnicing and I thought at nearly midnight we should be clear. I pulled into the park and there was not a soul in. Here, again, Wesley was surprised as there was a tangible presence. Not exactly shape or texture, but temperature. As he passed a hand through a red presence, he was aware that it was warmer than when he touched a blue presence. Not only was there temperature, but Wesley could smell the hot dryness of the red, the wetness of the blue, the freshness of the green. So intense was his fascination with this new phenomenon that he momentarily forgot the bizarre nature of the experience. He wrapped. Before I met her I seldom drank wine, being from the poorer classes I was more than used to beer and whiskey, and could hold my own in almost any company. As she was becoming more comfortable with me as I was with her, she buzzed around me in between fixing supper to keep my drink freshened and making sure I was comfortable. After a lovely meal, I must say she was a terrific cook, we retired to the warmth of her living room sofa to enjoy more drinks. I did notice that although she kept my. The entire time that he was sniffing her, she laughed at him. Finally, she ordered him onto the bed and to assume the doggy position which he did. For the next thirty minutes we each took turns using our hands, a riding crop and a ping-pong paddle to turn his sweet ass a bright red. Barb then reached into our ‘toy bag’ to pull out her strap-on dildo which she put on, then slid a rubber over her artificial cock before lubing his virgin boy-pussy. As she slowly entered him, he gasped several.