The man noticed us and pointed to one of the naked women without ever breaking from the exercise.The woman he had selected walked over to us; she was ...obviously the designated spokesperson for the group. She was dripping sweat and had paused on the way to us to pick up a small towel. When she reached us, she said, "Good day. I suppose that you want to know what is going on. Well the answer is very simple: our air conditioner broke down, and we came to the Park in hopes of cooling off."This is. She squealed (muffled, of course, by the contents of her mouth. How she controlled her jaw to avoid biting me I’ll never know) through a couple of orgasms before straddling me and impaling herself.“Don’t you mind?” Diane’s voice penetrated my distraction.“What? Sally on top of me?” I stroked up my wife’s sides from her hips and moulded her breasts. “I love it. I can look at her, touch her, feel her, love her. Sally would rather be underneath, but she knows I like her to do this.” Sally. Catching her by surprise,his hand slipped down the collar of her dress,unbuttoning the top button, and fastened firmly on hernaked breast. She could feel sharp pin pricks ofdelicious feeling racing through the tips of them as herolled the tiny hardening nipple between his thumb andforefinger maddeningly. She could feel the warmth ofhis breath against her ear as he turned his head towardher, nibbling tantalizingly at the skin of her bareneck.This is wrong… I know it is! I’ve got to. The sound of duct tape being pulled was unmistakable. Even with her eyes staring straight ahead she knew what else he had pulled from the bag. The adhesive felt sticky as he pressed the tape against her bare skin. She gulped nervously as he began to wrap the tape tightly around her ankle and thigh. "Sir, please you don't need to do that. I won't cause any trouble" she whispered plaintively. Beyond all her hopes he stopped what he was doing. She felt the very beginning of excitement. Could it.