That's why I was a little shocked to see her ready to go out in public in that particular halter. "Seriously?" I asked her. She just giggled, "Thinking about Cock Man has me feeling a little frisky." "Okay" I responded, "But if you get attacked, you're on your own." It was a short drive over to the amateur park we preferred. It had a nice lake, and an asphalt path all the way around it. We just had to stay to one side of the path to avoid getting run over by those on rollerblades, skateboards and bicycles. And it had restroom facilities, which was a big plus. I wasn't surprised when Susan's halter caused several near disasters. Her breasts were definitely distracting, and at the speeds some of the boys flew by on their rollerblades, skateboards and bikes, stockings there was more than one collision. Each time, Susan would just chuckle and whisper to me a comment like, "Another one bites the dust." She was obviously having fun in a way I'd never seen from her. At one point, she even said to me in a low voice so only I could hear, "Think how much fun it would be if we could go topless." I gasped, "You're sooooo baaaaddddd." And I gave her a playful shove. One time, two fairly handsome young men uniform on rollerblades stopped and hit on us. I was still thinking of a polite way to brush them off when Susan responded, "Sorry, boys. We're lesbians." All I could do was shake my head. When they were out of ear shot, I ask her, "Lesbians? Really?" She laughed out loud, "It did the trick, didn't it?" I had to admit it had been effective, and it blowjob didn't hurt the guys' feelings about being rejected. "Yes, I guess it did. I'll have to remember that one." I agreed. After three full trips around the lake and a stop at the facilities, we headed back to Susan's convertible. When we pulled into the underground garage, Susan asked, "Wanna head over to the West End for a glass of tea?" I shrugged, "Sure. Let's go up and change." I thought it was something that was totally innocent and meaningless, but Lindsey teared up. There were chants of “Go blowjob Becca” coming from the group as I tried to twist amateur away in exquisite agony as she kept on sucking. “Kiss me like I’m your Lillypetal.” I whispered the words from trembling lips, more of a plea than a command. I handed them their coffees and we sat at the small breakfast bar. Relax! I pulled her towards me. She gasped as she stumbled against me, water slashing around her legs. “Could be better…. I told stockings her I didn’t mind. I loved the idea, but doing it was entirely different. She locked her legs around me holding me in place. I pressed my hands into the tabletop as my orgasm rose and the man fingering me pressed hard against my clit as the cock inside me spurted into my pussy. One uniform of these men calls out to his fellows, raising his arm. Here goes nothing, she thought climbing from the car. “Talia, why don't you show Cali all your talents,” I said.