She smiled and picked up her menu. She thought everything looked good now and decided it was because she was so hungry. How about we have steaks like ...you talked about this morning? Not here, beautiful. I know a place that serves the best steaks. I want to take you there for steaks, he told her as he looked over the menu also. Damn it, came a curse from her that surprised both of them. She clapped her hand over her mouth. What? He asked, voice full of concern. Whats the matter? Dont laugh. I. The building was dark and grey, sending a chill down her spine just looking at it despite the relatively mild autumnal afternoon. The bare trees outside, as black as the gothic looking stone the building was made out of, did nothing to ease her worries. There was always something odd about this place, she remembered it freaking her out when she was younger and it still had a bit of a hold over her now.Ancient burial sites, unexplained deaths, missing people; this place had it all. But that was. Mr. Parker’s cock was a beautiful hefty piece of warm flesh, it was alive and the slit opening was oozing clear drops of liquid I would later learn was “pre-cum.” I had to have it so without even thinking what it would feel like, I turned around, dropped my shorts and briefs, grabbed the nearest tree trunk and bent over. Mr. Parker slowly caressed my ass cheeks, found my pucker and started to gently play with it. I saw him reach into his shorts pocket and pull out a packet of what turned out to. Everything was going in a decent way once we had a common off we started chatting and it continued till late night and just casually I asked if she wanted to come for a long drive to maddur CCD and this is 50 km away from Bangalore..very quite place not much of crowd. We went to this reached to this place by 8:30pm..and v chatted till 11:30 and decided to leave..and while on the way to Bangalore, there is a stretch which is supposedly haunted ( I had read a arrival about it )..I told her the.