In truth, most of the park was a small cliff covered in bushes. Besides from the school itself there were almost no spot where you could get a clear overview of the park since the cliff was pretty steep and almost as high as the nearby houses. "I oral think we have a date," Ronja replied. Ronja stepped into Pontjärparken with eager steps. In front of her, Roy was busy sniffing around. She had Roy on a leash since she was not sure she had enough control of him if they ran into an aggressive dog. Looking around, Ronja wondered if Maria had arrived yet or if she was first. The park looked deserted this late in the evening and Ronja directed Roy up the hill. Above them she could see the impressing silhouette of Kungsholmen Gymnasium built in red bricks with artistically applied sections of white plaster. I wonder if the building had been built when the ghost was taken to the psychiatric hospital Ronja wondered. It always made Ronja feel peculiar when she recalled that the school had been built when there where barely any houses around this part of the town. Small wooden cottages had been the standard up to the beginning of the previous century when Stockholm expanded greatly. Today, it was part of the trendy central city where people had to wait for years if they wanted to rent any kind of apartment. An attractive apartment might take a decade of waiting, unless you had the money to purchase it. Ronja arrived at the upper part of the park and walked around until threesome she found a suiting shrubbery. None of the paths of the park were directly beside it. If they kept a low profile, they would be pretty safe from being seen from neighboring houses. Obviously a person standing by the railing of the schoolyard would see everything by the shrubbery since it was located some meters up. On the other hand, there was little reason for somebody to be in the schoolyard in the evening. You could not get down from the schoolyard to the park below, but had to walk by the nearby street and then climb the hill again if you wanted to reach the park. To pass the japan time Ronja started to play around with Roy. It amazed her how many times the dog could find it interesting to run after a stick. All in all it was great fun, but Ronja kept looking for Maria. She longed for her to arrive Finally she arrived and Ronja beamed as Maria hurried to her side. She japanese looked lovely in the evening light with her tight top and shorts that fit snuggly over her trim ass. They hugged tightly and then distanced themselves from each other so they could look at each other. "Didn't know what to wear. Sportswear seemed safe in case I get warm and sweaty," Maria said blushing, she paused to look at Ronja. "That corset and miniskirt is sexy as hell. What I was thinking when I picked my clothes?" Ronja gave her a look. It did indeed look like Maria had went for a jogging exercise. A more pressing question about the clothes was if she really meant they should have the kind of sex that would make her warm and sweaty? "I blowjob think you look lovely," Ronja said. Bending closer she gave Maria a kiss. At first Maria responded with a half open mouth, then she broke the kiss and turned her head away. She fingered the third button on her flannel work shirt before she undid it and jiggled her breasts in her hands. I tried japan to pick the words I was going to say, but it japanese felt like there was a wool blowjob sock stuck in my throat. Her hand went under her skirt, this was how she liked it best, her husband could go deeper this way, then the rhythmic slap of Ryan’s balls against his sister, he was fucking her harder now and she was moaning, he gave her ass a little spank, she howled and threesome quivered as she came again. ‘The French Room,’ as people called it. My eyes still glued to her cream pie. You know I’m just doing my job.’ Still, he protested, again to no avail. Many of them look listless. Then you blow oral on them and the sudden change in temperature makes them contract involuntarily. Mostly because of our history.