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She leaves Bergoff Goodman and walks over to the park. Shopping had been bad
so she had nothing to carry. Agatha often walked through the park to look at
the people from the lower strata. Her eye fixes upon a pair of joggers.

One is a blonde woman. She has short socks and running shoes in a matching
shade of pink. A gray athletic top holds the small breasts against their
natural swing. The other is a man with long light brown hair. He is topless.
Agatha finds the sight of his sweaty, sinewy body struggling in the heat a
slight turn-on.

Suddenly she is looking at a young black male roller-blading in her
direction. He has dark skin and large dreadlocks. She is disinterested in
noticing the bulge in his lycra shorts.

The black boy passes and she sees a haggard black junkie. He is dead to the
world lying under a tree. His clothes are mottles with years of overlapping
stains and general filth. His bare feet calloused and scarred with needle
marks warm her crotch.

She continues through the park walking north. She stays in the shade during
this incessant heat wave. She is aware of the traffic sounds. The closeness
of swarms of people keeps her excited. She avoids a crowd of gawking
tourists.

She is further into the park now. The homeless are easier to find and more
interesting. A gray haired black woman sits talking to herself on a small
rock. Her sagging breasts are visible through a tear in her shirt. Agatha
feels her nipples harden as she stares. She imagines licking the woman's dry
cunt and rubs her crotch.

Off to the side a Hispanic drunk counts his change. There is an empty forty
by his side. The paper bag is soaked. She notices a smell of urine about
him. Agatha wonders if he is circumcised or if he can get it up.

She walks awkwardly into a rocky area. She knows that few go there. Her
heeled boots make the progress impossible so she turns away. In another area
on a little traveled path she finds an old man lying a bench. There is a
single sheet of paper over his face to keep the light out. His tattered
loose pants were once blue slacks. His pin-striped shirt is gray with dirt
and stained with sweat. His skin is olive and hangs loose. His muscles are
sorry sags of flesh and there is a putrid smell about him.

Agatha sits down on the bench by his curled feet. He has no socks on and his
shoes are tearing away from the soles. She sees the blackened nail of one of
his toes. Without thinking about it she is masturbating through her pants.
Her other hand reaches out to caress the feeble leg. He stirs slightly but
doesn't really seem aware of her.

As she massages his malnourished limb she realizes what her other hand is
doing. Shamelessly she stops to loosen her clothing. One finger deep in her
pussy she leans over to lick his toes. Now he is awake. He jerks his legs
away and sits up. The paper goes flying in a light breeze. He looks confused
but says nothing as Agatha pulls his face over and kisses his shriveled
lips. Her tongue brings sweet spittle to his parched mouth.

She doesn't care that someone is walking by. New Yorkers are capable of
ignoring anything. She pushes a second finger in her cunt and push her arm
down the bum's loose shirt. The skin on his back feels like it is about to
fall off. Still a little confused, the bum begins to remove his shirt while
resisting her kiss. With his shirt off a large burn scar is visible on his
chest and skin cancer covers his shoulders.

Agatha pulls away from him for a moment. She uses the time to unzip her top
and pull it off. She then begins to kiss and rub his chest. At the same time
she directs one of his frail hands to her heat. She sucks hard on one of his
nipples. He begins to finger the wet pussy. He licks her blonde hair and
pinches her gumdrop nipples. She pulls her pants further down then works at
his. Once she has his soiled underwear down to his knees, she pushes him
back down.

Again someone passes pretending to be oblivious. Agatha gets on top of him
in a sixty-nine position. He continues the finger-fuck. Now he uses his
thumb to rub her clit as well. She begins to suck his shriveled cock. He is
uncut and she licks up the head cheese. His dick and balls smell of
ringworm. She rubs his balls but he still is flaccid. Skin flakes out of his
groin but she does not notice.

She sticks a finger in his crusty ass. The surprise causes him to stop his
work on her twat. She responds by sticking a second finger in. He pulls his
hand away. She tries to grind her loins against his chin. The fingering of
his prostrate finally stirs some life in his dick. He gives her lips a
cautious lick. He restrains from vomiting but sneezes. The mucous sprays
across her ass. She stops rubbing his scrotum and begins to finger herself
again. She continues to finger-fuck his sphincter. He grabs both of her
breasts and squeezes hard.

His erection has grown enough that she cannot get it all in her mouth. She
bobs and sucks and drools and licks the lackluster rod. Agatha begins to
cum. The liquid dribbles through her bush. It then drips across his scrawny
neck. She pulls out of his ass to better blow him. She rubs the base of his
cock while beating the glans against the back of her throat. He begins a
less monotonous stimulation of her tits. Her own cum continues to flow in
gooey rivulets.

Finally she tastes his precum. She uses both hands now to aid her fellatio.
Without her fingers her own flow begins to ebb. The squirt of his orgasm is
weak and small. The semen is bland and very sticky. She struggles to swallow
it. His cock, never rock hard, shrinks fast. He still works at her breasts.
She licks and continues to suck him.

At last she stops. She gets up and collects her clothing. A roller- blader
goes scooting by. She dresses herself. The guy just lies there somewhat
dazed. She pulls up his underwear to make him decent. Then she slips a wad
of small bills in his shoe.

Agatha still has his cum in her mouth as she leaves the park. She hails a
cab to take her home.