Frankie wasn’t surprised to hear Bob was married but what did it matter this was just sex, wasn’t it?As they walked further ahead they headed for ...a wooded area and suddenly there was no one else about.Bob took this opportunity gratefully as he pushed Frankie up against a tree, her breath caught in her throat as he tongue met hers, his lips grinding hard at her mouth, pushing her even harder against the tree. Frankie’s hands reaching down towards his cock as he pulled away from her saying ‘no. I gulped, but swallowed nothing. My phone buzzed. A message from Sandy. "I'm here." I gently opened the door.There he was. He looked exactly like he did in his profile. You'd think it was taken today. "Hey" he said.I didn't respond. Nerves. Instead I stepped back and held the door open. Sandy grinned and stepped inside. The door was locked behind him, and there we were, standing inches from each other."So, you come here often?" He asked to break the ice. I laughed breathily."Ha, yeah, I'm here. “Etta,” she moaned between sucks as my bare hand cupped her breast, her nipple rubbing into my palm. “Ooh, yes, I like that.”Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet soft at the same time. She moaned every time I rolled it.Her fingers rubbed harder at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed. .." That's your daughter's goo on my cock," I pointed out."Yeah. Nasty, isn't it?" Faye sucked me in and popped back off after a moment. "I've spent a long time being prim and proper, whether I wanted to or not -- I want to let my hair down!" I figured she was doing a good job of that...When I was re-inflated, I took Faye missionary-style -- and when she begged me to crush the living shit out of her nipple in a voice choked with passion, I gave her what she wanted -- and she nearly bucked me.