I’d left all the work to be shown at the meeting, at home! Fucking lucky for me that I was reminded. I looked at the clock, it was just past 11 ...AM. I could use my lunch break, good, just zip on home, grab the material, and I’d be back in plenty of time. And, if Charlene was not out shopping, and wasn’t busy, maybe she like a nooner. With that long mane of blonde hair, deep blue eyes, that face that gave me a hard on just by looking at her, my cock grew as I imagined riding her. I asked my coworker where she headed afterwards and she responded where ever that thing in my pants was headed. I told her to my van and she looked around then followed me. I took her to a great spot in Detroit Belle Isle by the softball field very secluded. Her shoes were off before she could get seated as she sat cross legged in the front passenger seat. She was wearing knee highs which I thought was sexy. I parked in my spot and we moved to the back of my van, I led and looked back to. ” He wiggled his finger inside me, commenting on how good it felt. “There’s a camera in front of you, so if you don’t want to get into trouble you best just smile and open your legs a bit more for daddy.” Adding, “You’re so fookin ’tight, you dirty little tart!” I did precisely what he asked, even adding a little wiggle to my bum. Suddenly, I felt my pussy explode, and my juices flowed around his finger and out onto the palm of his hand. “You naughty little tart! Did I tell you to cum? You. It was pink, rock hard, and twitching. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. She wanted to cup his scrotum and give those balls a gentle squeeze. But she knew that was against the rules.Almost as if he knew the thoughts racing through her mind, Alex now shifted his attention to his testicles. He started by running his fingers softly and slowly across his sack, ticking the hairs growing there. The skin tightened, changing from loose folds hanging slack, to now closely hugging.