"Hey," shrieks Jack, "Don't do that, there's an airbag in there." "Oh," I mutter, "I'm sorry." Everyone is silent for the next hour. * * * The p...arking lot of HappyWoods is so incredibly American that for a second I don't want to get out of the car. It's frightening how bland and yet at the same time tacky it is. The long rows of silent, locked cars sitting under the long rows of silent, dimmed lights. Ten in the morning and the place is already packed. What is this world in which. Over her head, I could see the mother slowly and cautiously come into the clearing. She watched me closely.I sat cross-legged in the mossy clearing wearing nylon running shorts, a singlet, and running shoes. I exuded my male aroma owed to the seven-mile run I had ended moments before stopping here, near the house, for a brief time of meditation.The doe shook her head slightly, and the fawn backed away from me at the nearly silent command. Just for kicks I nodded slowly at the doe, as though to. Her fingers were still caressing his tip as they slid upward. I wondered how he was able to control his ejaculation for so long. Another few moments passed and then I heard Charlie begin to moan. “Oh, baby. I can’t wait any longer.” He had barely finished speaking when he moaned even louder. His back arched and his cock stiffened. Her hands continued to slide up and down his shaft. Then it happened. A huge steam of white creamy cum exploded from Charlie’s big black cock. I heard her moaning. This didn’t keep me from admiring Deanna’s buns and legs, or Summer’s, for that matter, as I worked out together with my cousin and her girlfriend. I wondered if Summer had any idea how often I had ravaged her best friend’s body or desired to do the same to hers. We all sweated for a good while to some Denise Austin, if one recalls that luscious fitness guru, until we were ready to drop and both girls fell on top of me. I tried to excuse myself, saying that I needed to pee, but my hard-on told.