As if someone turned off a switch the fish stopped feeding, the sun broke through and the temperatures began to rise. “The Fish May not be hungry, b...ut I am!” Maria broke out the food which consisted of tuna fish sandwiches, potato chips and home made cherry pie washed down by cooled in the water cokes. “Now we,ve eaten lunch why don,t you eat me?” Maria suggested. “Sounds like the kind of dessert I like!” I agreed and we stripped out of our clothing so I could spread an old blanket on the soft. A slight wind was blowing enough to ruffle hair and such. The bus was late and I decided to walk home, not that I would get there this day and how things would change.I walked up the hill look at some of the ladies walking by always love the power dressed types or more formal dresses though I do have a liking for Goth types as well. Up the hill and through the park sitting for a while watching life go by. Passing me by was a woman around mid forties and slightly curvy she dropped her hand bag. "That got Tom talking. "Angela definitely did not need my shoulder, or anyone else's' after Noah's tragic death. She was very sad, but strong, and determined to live instead of grieve and drift. Her strength and vision for the ranch was inspiring, if you must know. I used to tell my wife that Angela was the most adorable, and challenging client I ever had, because of her mixture of strength, vitality, and other worldly level of maturity."He stopped suddenly. I thought he feared he had said too. As Dave's hand wentto my bum I winced, a smirk going across Mark's face as he knew I wasstill sore from his spanking. Dave was obviously hot and I felt his handgo down and pull his zipper down. I was about to get up, but he pulledme back down, only this time he pulled my knickers to one side andpushed into me as he settled me down. The guys carried on talking butnow with me impaled on Dave's cock, casually Mark looked over andremarked,"Steph's got a great tight little cunt hasn't she Dave, I'm.