I ran along as fast as my legs would carry me, which turned out to be quite fast. I felt the urge to go down on all fours but my hands were not really... designed for that sort of punishment so I resisted. I reached the park with a few minutes to spare, looking around the deserted area for Sandra.I saw her up by one of the entrances to the wood, I hurried over, eager to talk to her."Sanndruh! Is me Ericc," I said.She eyed me critically, with a strange cold glint in her eye I had never seen before.. He was staring at me with his sparkling eyes. His white hair, his hairy chest, I can’t believe I was fucking an old man, and one who is my husband’s father, although I saw my husband’s image in him. But it was exactly what my horny pussy needed and he took advantage of it.“Oh Nalini, you don’t know how long I dreamt about you. I’ve been waiting for this to happen ever since you married my son and moved in with us.” He said.I tried to ignore what he said since I didn’t want to have myself. Many evenings she watched from the corner of the café nursing a sangria. Every evening he was aware of her presence, she felt it, she knew that he knew she was there. Finally one evening their eyes locked very briefly: eye fuck. She stuck her finger into the bottom of the large glass and picked out the apple segment, and very casually, started to suck it dry of its juices (she didn't want the fruit, just the juice). He walked over to her from the other side of the room, it felt like life in. Her boyfriend was in Provincetown, living out of his van, which he parked in the woods outside of town. We sat with him on Commercial Street while he played music for money and scorched ourselves brown on the beach in the afternoon sun. When night fell, we went with him to a store called Firehouse Leather to meet some of his friends who sold belts and moccasins to tourists. One of them was a tall guy named Austin with a sand-colored ponytail. I noticed he was looking at me a lot, and I didnt.