“Come on Cinderella, to the ball we go!” “See you later in a week then Mum! You will take care of everything won’t you! Lead on MacBeth!” sh... chuckled, putting her hand onto George’s, which was slipped though her armGeorge moved as soon as he felt her weight on his arm. “Don’t worry Pauline; she’ll be taken well care of, you have yourself a nice week now” He felt proud as he walked out into the street, even her walk wasn’t hesitant, it looked to all if she was just holding his arm to be near. Which brings me to a long friend of mine Debbie; she is the same age as me and also had a son at about the same time as I did so we had a lot in common other than she no longer has a partner.Her son Darren was pleasant enough with good manners, but just a little on the quiet side, a bit of a loner, over the years and with the amount of time he spent at our home and still never really made friends with my two sons.About two years ago when he was just turning 18 my friend confided in me that she. He reached around her thighs and pushed his head in to her already moist entrance. He alternated his hands between her hips and her breast as he thrust like a jack hammer into her from behind. She was lost in the moment gasping and moaning hands gripping the front ledge of the desk for dear life. She felt every inch as it plowed in and out sawing through her. Hers legs vagina ached to cum. Her hormones were wild after such a broad range of emotions flooded through her. "uh uh uh uhhhnnnhhhh. He gave us a knowing look. This is an old theater where you go upstairs from the lobby. We got upstairs, opened a door and then a few feet further there is a curtain. We went past the curtain which opens up all the way in the back of the balcony. We allowed our eyes to adjust to the darkness. To the left of us is a half wall that abuts the back row. There were some guys standing there, probably playing with each others. We got a couple seats two rows below, There were some guys already.