The dirty fucking bastard I thought, then it struck me I now have the women I always wanted we will be having fun in the future. Look out for part 3 Jackie blackmailed Other surprises of a different kind come my way “Boys will be boys” and “you know what boys want.” Both were things I often heard and when we girls would get together and talk about boys, well, now, men, it was often what was said. “It’s all they want.” And my girlfriends and I were at the local one late afternoon several miles away from where I lived and we had bar snacks and drinks into the early evening exchanging our latest stories of life and the men who were in or out of our lives. How when one would take us to dinner and a show what they wanted later which they didn’t often get…whether we girls were being bribed by the men for the “later” part of the date. We talked about other things, our work, our chores, the bills that had to be paid but the one thing we all had in common was the etiquette involved in dating: they give and then it is our turn to give or give not and I suppose when men get together for an evening it is what they talk about, that or football. Probably more amateur often about football. We all had a nice long visit that one night and it was a distance home for sex me so I took a shortcut through the park even though it was very dark and I wondered if I was being smart to not go around the park instead of entering, walking alone, having a few glasses under my belt, a little warm from our meeting, maybe not thinking things through and so I found myself walking through the dark park. I saw some boys, well, men ahead around a bench having fags. I thought of turning back but I was already half way through the park by then and walked on toward the men. My mistake. I got up my nerve and walked on toward them teens and felt I would just keep walking no matter what they might say and I knew they would say something. It’s what boys/men do when a pretty girl walks by. Right? Right! And I was a pretty girl: petite, nice hair, young, trim figure and one of them said: “Hello there. Out for a walk? Come on over and say ‘hello’ What’s the hurry?” And I walked on not looking but my arm was grabbed and I was pulled over to the bench. “Come on. Say ‘hello’ to the lads. You’re a facial pretty lass.” I tried to pull away but they were bigger and stronger and I looked around. There oral was no one around, just us, late at night, in the park. Bouncing up when the task oral was done, the freckled woman beamed. Whatever it had done to her was making her forget the danger. Getting any action lately?” "I wish I had facial been the one. Then I light it up. She looks down at his huge cock. I do business with about half the guests in the room. "Jeez, why would you say that? Once we’re behind closed doors, she pulls me into a deep passionate kiss. A small smile graced her luscious lips. "I...I belong to you." “What about Aimee, she’s only 12.” Maybe some part of me thought there was still hope as long as teens her face never passed. Her eyebrow rose in question, sex but she just sighed with contentment as he kept fucking her at a leisurely, loving pace. When my somber mood was over, we sat in the ATV and amateur sipped our drinks. “It was wild.