Susan pulls her face from mine and squats down, unfastening my pants to free my raging hard-on. I look around to make sure no one can see us, but she'...s gotten me so hard that I don't think I care at this point.We're in the middle of the parking deck with cars all around us. Susan pulls my pants and my jockey shorts down to my knees and my cock springs free. Wrapping her hand around it, she sucks the head into her mouth, licking all around it."Oh fuck!" I moan. "That feels so good." I'm trying. The man’s knees pressed into the back of mine, the roughness grinding into my own knees touching that rough brick, all the while her pumped into me.His long, hard strokes sent agonizing shards through my guts, like shards of glass cutting along the inside of my asshole. He drives that disgusting prick into my guts, deep thrust, one after another — tearing, ripping muscles around my rectum, God awful, agony from the invasion of my ass. He just keeps pumping. After an eternity, his thick streams. Are you willing to punch a good Samaritan who’s trying to keep you from “suicide” because they don’t understand that if you don’t cool off immediately you will die? Life can be interesting, can’t it.You’re kidding right? Not by much. I almost took a swim the first time I got caught outside without adequate preparation. This was before I knew I didn’t sweat. I was be-bopping along and was suddenly on my knees. I didn’t turn red or nothing, no clammy skin. Just on my knees. Luckily, my daughter. Taking thatleave of absence to be a stay-at-home mom was the hardest thing I've everdone. Those kids were more than a handful! What with potty-training,keeping their clothes clean and organized and choosing outfits, dealingwith never-ending demands for food and attention, and just trying to keepup with the horrendous mess they made everywhere they went, I felt like Iwas in way over my head. To make matters worse, they often pined fortheir real mother. I can't count the number of times I just.