I walk on a walking trail every morning. I often see a guy that strokes near the picnic tables. I am usually with a friend and we laugh or ignored him and pretend we don’t see him. When I am alone I’m nicer I smile or say hey, I can’t just be a b**** to him. Yesterday I saw him and I decided to give him a chance. I sat down on the picnic table bench. He stroked for me. I think he was surprised that I stopped and sat down. He was nervous. He was not unattractive. He stroked his d*** very close to my face. I was defiantly entertained. It was so close I could have sucked it or stroked him myself ,but I couldn’t do that, I am married and I have never cheated on my husband. He looked like he was about to c**, so I pushed my cleavage together and allowed him to shoot down my breast. As soon as he said thank you and walked away.