"Let's get her up over the table," I heard.A mass of hands reached down and pulled me up. I was pushed towards theoblong, wooden picnic table and bent... over it; someone pushed my facedown and kicked my legs apart. My skirt must have been up around mywaist as I felt a smack upon my exposed bottom."It doesn't matter if it's a tranny or a real cunt from this angle, theyall look the same from behind," I heard.The rest of the guys agreed, one of them adding."Yup, dressed like a slut with their ass up. I push back onto it as the feeling is such a rush. Your hand is now free as I lay on the bed, you straddle me and part your pussy lips, placing them either side of my rigid cock so just the tip can be seen resting against you swollen clit. You start to slide back and forward so my cock rubs you. The feeling is amazing as you cum again, all you sweet cum flooding out of you and over my cock and balls.You kneel just over me so only my glistening tip is just in you and you begin to wank me off. She attacked my pants as I stood in front of her. She freed my cock, and went to work on it. She sucked and licked me like a pro in the porn movies I’ve seen on the internet. She was rocking her heads side to side, moaning and taking my cock all the way down her throat. She pulled off me and said in a slurry voice, “Lick my pussy!” she laid back and peeled off her shorts and panties to reveal a beautiful bald pussy. Damn I just wanted to crawl back up there where I came from. I got down on the. The subway trip passed quickly. Soon he was at the 14th Street entrance to the High Line. Patrick walked through the elevated park and admired the greenery. The city had done a great job turning those abandoned tracks into a lush landscape. The trees and shrubs calmed his nerves. Patrick climbed down the stairs at 20th Street to the side walk and meandered his way northward. His wandering brought him to Chelsea Park where he sat down on a bench. A pair of women pushing a baby stroller passed.