The next day I made a beeline for the same tree and hoped against hope for another look at her. My heart stopped for the second time in two days. The ...same thing happened and she just sat opposite me and gave me a smile.Where was this going? After a few days of this same pattern, things started to heat up. That day, she appeared wearing a very short skirt, and as she ate her lunch, her legs widened a little and I could clearly see a sexy pair of white cotton knickers with little hearts on them.. “What the fuck?” Ray pushed the pile of Swank and Gallery’s aside and opened the journal and started to read. It was a collection of newspaper articles and bits of writing all about Freddy Krueger. A half hour later and Ray had only gotten through the first quarter of the book but it was more than enough to scare him. Enough that he picked up the phone and dialed Christina. “Hello?” “Hi this is Ray may I speak to Christina?” “Wassup?” “Oh hi you sound like your mom over the phone.” “. . .” . A few steps later, I felt I was falling in what was like a broken part of the road hidden completely by water. But he was quick and strong. He held me by his arm and pulled me towards him.I thanked him and began walking again. But he did not take his hand off my arm. Rather, he slowly and lightly put it on my right shoulder. He had a smile on his face. I could sense his intentions, and hunger was building up. Soon we reached the place.Asking me to hold the umbrella, he moved a vertical zig-zag. As space was the biggest constraint, she was almost surrounded by people all around her. The backrest of the seat in front of me supported her. So after a while, she rested her ass (sorry pervert word so early) on that.After a while, she was almost ‘sitting’ on that backrest. I mean, she had moved in front of that and bending a little back like sitting on it. My male instinct, as usual, sprang up. I began holding the seat bar unnecessarily so that I can feel her heavenly ass. She didn’t mind a.