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alone?
Should I actively pursue introducing my cock to her pussy? I had a
closing argument to present to the court. Obviously it didn’t work.
I lost my case.
    My car, my dumbass mind and my
cum-filled cock lead me back to Lemington Lakes Park. I pulled into
a parking space right next to Kari’s silver Camry. I sat in my car
and spotted her walking along the track. She would have to pass my
car on the trail. I got out the driver’s seat and leaned on the
hood of my car waiting for her to come toward me. Waiting, like a
junkie for the crack rocks the dealer had for sale.
    She was smiling at me as she
approached. Her smile knocked my nervous tension out cold. Her
smile was one of those old Mike Tyson knockouts. Kari placed her
hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side.
    “ Hey Mason.” She
sang.
    “ Hey Kari.”
    “ Are you ready to
run?”
    “ Yes, I’m ready.” I’m ready
to do more than just run.
    Kari walked up to me with that sinister
smile and the fierce eyes of a lion. I got caught in her gaze. Was
she going to kiss me?
    She tapped me on the shoulder. “Tag
you’re it!” She took off running the track. After I snapped out of
her bewitching trance I darted off after her. She was lightning
fast. She was running hard and turning back to laugh at me. I
could’ve caught up to her with little effort but her ass in those
shorts. Damn I wanted to stay in the rear so I could watch her sexy
sprint. I want to touch her bottom. I want to do much more than
touch it. I chased her for a quarter of a mile until she run out of
steam. She gave up without a fight and started walking the
track.
    I jogged pass her and turned to taunt
her. “You run out of juice?”
    She chuckled. “Mason, I never run out
of juice.” She murmured seductively and I had to blink my eyes a
few times to cast away the image of her dripping wet
cunt.
    “ Is it swing
time?”
    “ Hell yeah, it’s swing
time.” She was excited like a kid. Excitement, it looked good on
her.
    Kari followed me as I walked down the
path to the children’s playground. We took our assigned seats on
the swings.
    “ Coach Rizza, I got a
question for you?”
    “ Ask me
anything.”
    “ What is up with the blue
eyes and blonde hair? Mason Rizza, aren’t you supposed to be
Italian with that last name.”
    “ I am Italian.”
    “ You look Irish. You look
like an O’Malley.”
    “ Fuck the Irish. I’m
Italian.”
    “ I love Irish
men.”
    “ Okay well I’m a quarter
Irish on my mother’s side so I guess you love me.”
    “ Maybe twenty-five percent
love.”
    “ I can work with that.” I
teased, but was I really joking?
    “ Now I have a question for
you.”
    She sighed. “Do I have to answer?” She
batted her eyelids at me and I was distracted.
    “ Kari, you ever been
married?”
    “ Okay, you just go right in
with the personal questions. How rude.” She pretended to be
offended.
    “ I want to know.”
    “ No Mason, I’ve never been
married. How long have you been married?”
    “ Ten years in July.” I
recalled rather quickly and took note how she cleverly turned the Q
& A back to me.
    “ You having an anniversary
party?”
    “ I never thought of it. So I
guess not.”
    “ Ten years is a very long
time.”
    “ Ten years, three kids.” I
added.
    “ So you like your wife
barefoot and pregnant.”
    “ I let her wear
shoes.”
    “ You’re such a
gentleman.”
    “ Yes this is
true.”
    “ Where do you
work?”
    “ I’m in construction. I own
a small construction company. We build stuff.”
    “ I never would have guessed
that.” She mocked me with her beautiful full lips.
    I was a little nervous around Kari. It
wasn’t nervousness as much as it was I had so many things to say.
But I knew our time was limited. So I stumbled over what to say
next. What was first in my list of questions, thoughts and
words?
    “ Where do you
work?”
    “ Fed-Ex. I have been with
them for sixteen years.”
    “ Why haven’t you been
married?”
    “