“My goodness you're wet. Have you been enjoying having Jim's fingers in your cunt while everyone was watching.”“Was everyone watching us? I was ...nly aware of Jim and the music and his magical fingers. I was almost cumming when the music stopped. Please don't stop finger fucking me.”Then I clung to his neck and kissed him on the lips and our tongues explored each other's mouth. If being finger fucked by my husband in front of all these people was exciting, being finger fucked by this man that I. "You know," Jen added, just after I had finished, "Marisa loves anal sex. Of course your schlong may be too much for her, but I bet she'll be willing to give it a try. I'd love to see that. I don't have the courage for it, but maybe seeing Marisa will be the incentive I need. Sometimes I do fantasize about taking you back there. With Marisa's tongue in my pussy, well, who knows..."My cock, like the phoenix, rose from the ashes, and Jen of course had to pay the price for resurrecting him yet. She looked at me like I was the white knight who just rode up and saved her. Not needing any actual verbal acknowledgement, I handed my voucher over to the attendant and took in one more glimpse of this fine early beauty standing in front of me, before I headed back to my seat at the bar. Hell, I had to go back; if I stood there any longer I would have been showing off the hard-on that was definitely starting in my pants. As I resumed my seat at the bar I found that my second drink was now. But when I noticed a shape following me, I lost it. Each time I glanced over my shoulder, the shape got closer. It was too dark for me to tell if the person following me was a man or a woman, but their sex was irrelevant. All that mattered was the terror their presence brought to my body. Deep down, I knew it was most likely just someone crossing the park to shorten the length of their walk home. But that didnt stop my heart from racing or my adrenaline from pumping. I kept walking, glancing.