Caitlin arrived at Uno Mas fifteen minutes early. She looked around but did not see a bald guy with a goatee. She asked for a booth by the window. She...ordered a blueberry margarita and waited. At about 6:55 Caitlin watched as a beat-up, POS (piece of shit), red Camry entered the parking lot. She hoped that was not Chris. The driver parked, got out of the car, reached back inside for something on the passenger seat. He was wearing white pants, sandals and the ugliest green, yellow and red. But here's the problem, my body says while I have the chance it wants more of what it just had. Its up to you. You are going to remain my friend either way" she told him.Kenny was torn just as she was, this shouldn't have happened but she was offering him a night to be remembered for the rest of his life. Her pussy felt so good and just looking at this beautiful woman sitting next to him, long blonde hair tousled, firm tits rising and falling beneath her top, what an ass and those long legs,. She then looked down again and said, “Look at the mess, I am going to have to wash them again.”She held out her hand, I sheepishly removed the thong from around my cock and handed it to her. She looked at the stain and lifting it to her nose, gave it a sniff.“Smells different to mine,” she said.“I wouldn’t know,” I said, “I have never smelled yours.”She looked at me, then without saying a word, put her hands up under her skirt, removed the panties she was wearing, and said, “Why not give these. Yet from lack of home cooked meals and hard work, I wasn’t carrying many extra pounds. The one thing I did have that wasn’t average, was a cock inherited from my father’s side of the family —to hear my mother tell it. My estranged father had died some years before my graduation from high school, a smoker and drinker who supposedly succumbed to natural causes. I had come along late in my parent’s lives, the unexpected solitary c***d arriving years after having given up trying to have one. When.