. Ho ... how’s this?”“Mmmmm,” he hummed. “You look delicious, are you aroused?”“Can’t you tell?” she sighed while ogling his monster...organ.“Do you like my prick?” he asked while overtly thrusting his hips towards her.“Sweet Jesus,” she moaned.“Look at how long and thick it is. Do you like watching me wank, Sophie?” he whispered into his phone. “It’s almost like I’m just exposing my cock to you and you only on the street.By now Sophie had lost all of her inhibitions, his crude language and terms. She smiled warmly and again I was reminded of "Soccer-Mom". It was the same smile a mother gave her child after he had said something especially cute or funny."Well, Brian, the way I see it, we can both help each other. See, I know you miss your Mom and I respect that. My problem is this. Your Mom was lucky..."She held up a finger, halting my forming protest at the word 'lucky'. How lucky was she to have died in a horrible traffic accident?"Lucky to have had a child in the first place," she. Ok. i bought a pair and he walked away, I said to Sue did you like anything? she said i didn't look i said not the glasses i seen you look him up and down. Sue said i did like his big frame he was a big lad, i said to her i noticed his bulge was a decent size, i will have a look next time he walks past she said. we laid out in the sun with our cooler box full of wine and food, we sat getting tipsy and watching the world go by, Jamal kept walking past and smiling, he must have told his mates not. “Hey, Mr Sanders, Sally says you’re letting her go to Sarah’s tonight?” “Yeah, I meant to call you earlier but I got held up, you’re free to go out tonight if you like,” comes the voice on the phone. “Well thanks, that’s really nice of you, but all my friends would be busy now, it’s a bit late notice...” “Oh sorry about that, well you know you can always hang around, you live there too, do whatever you feel like.” “Thanks Mr Sanders, will you be coming home tonight?” “Not at this stage,.