Not Judy, hell, that woulda been too corny, but a lot better than nothing. A sign that the effort was beginning to pay back. 'Bout fuckin' time too.Sh... worked in the head shop that all college towns have, fitted the ambience like a hand in a glove. Old-fashioned hippy look, though she couldn't have been a real hippy, ever; twenty-something, ash blonde and way skinny, looked as if she needed a month of feeding up, but she had something. I didn't stop imagining Judy's eyes fixed lovingly on mine. My best guess was it took over ten minutes to get it stuffed up her completely. She was ready for the old in-out in-out by then though and she sighed loudly as I backed out and then gave her the first full stroke.After fifteen minutes of steady fucking I could tell Catla was nearly to the end of her twine. With a well-timed reach-around and a minor clit-diddle she went off and howled loudly enough to have Mama and some of the pups join her.Apparently she thought we were done and she tried to. Can you meet Wednesday at 11:30? We'll meet for lunch at ****, and then see if we want to take this to the next level."I replied right away that yes, I was nervous, but that I did want to meet and lunch was perfect for me.That Wednesday, I arrived at the restaurant a little early and took a table where I could be seen by those entering. A few minutes after I sat I heard someone calling my name. It was Sylvia, mom of one of my son's friends. I called 'hello' back and she came over to the table. They grew up together but Dad was f**e years older than mom. They started dating when mom was f******n and was n******n. Mom's parents weren't happy with the relationship but it was tempered by knowing dad all his life. Things soured though the next year when they announced mom was pregnant with Wendy. My parents married after mom graduated HS and I came along when she was 20. Mom told me were a pretty happy family. Then a work accident claimed my father when I was s*x. Thankfully, he.