Time to go , make sure he is happy im gonna leave you alone so you get to know each other ''she look at me one last timefeeling so shy all in pink , i... heels my little cage in the transparent panty''go now, his door the first downstair to the right''''be a good white sissy and go meet my son''i walk my best dowstair her leaving the house my hearth pounding ,turning the door knob i dont know what happen, i saw him sleeping deep and could sit on the bed looking at himi pull the d****s and my mind. We drove through beautiful woods where the branches of the trees hung over the road as we passed through. The rain beat a steady rhythm on the hood and roof of the car. The drive was carefree and serene. It felt like we had not only the road but the entire world to ourselves.A few miles in, the road begins to hug the western shore of Turnagain Arm, a saltwater offshoot of Cook Inlet and the Pacific Ocean. The shifting sands and glacial silt at the bottom of the Arm make it impossible for boats. Everybody had showered and changed from the day on the beach. Somehow, Jan had become even more enticing. Wearing white short shorts and a low cut top that I wouldn’t have thought a 63 year old would actually buy, let alone wear, she actually appeared sexy. Several times I tried to catch a glimpse of her crotch as I didn’t think she was wearing any panties. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed Indian-style which didn’t help my state of mind either. A few times when talking to me, she. "How's Kristina?" She told me to call her anytime I want to get laid," I answer, smiling."Thank you for doing that," Lauren says, stepping close and giving me a hug. "And for everything." Yeah, well you owe me," I say with a mock pout. "Pimping me out to all your friends. Making me eat their pussies and fuck them like I'm some kind of sex slave." Awww, poor baby," Lauren says, touching my cheek. "How can I ever repay you for such debauchery?" She's standing close, looking into my eyes."Is this.