That was before. This was right now. I felt small. I was sitting here watching, in my opinion, the greatest person in the world. She looked so tiny, s... frail, that was as she was sobbing. I wanted to comfort her. I should comfort her. I wanted to be the one she looked up to, the only one. As I watched her sob, intermittently, I was desperate.I was desperate, in that I wanted to make her crying go away. I wanted her to know I made her crying disappear. I wanted to be her hero.Looking at her. "Oh yeah. You can't get more tan."He rested some of his weight there, and she opened her legs wide and wrapped them around his. Gary tried to scoot down, then gave up and licked and nibbled her neck. She responded by tightening her legs, and pressing so hard it hurt his cock. "Ah, ow. Too hard, Gertrude." I hurt you? I'm sorry." It's more your jeans are too scratchy." Is that all? If they bother you, do something about them." She smiled.He growled and moved to one side. His left hand cupped her. No panties, of course, and my hair was brushed out in an eighties style. When I finally emerged, I was greeted with open jaws and a “Holy shit” comment. Victor wasn't dressed in any way different from what I’d always known — but he looked super handsome and sweet. He said I was “hot as fuck” and I kissed my man, then Victor, and said, “Let’s go.” I turned back to my man and said, “Don't wait up, dad.” We laughed but I don’t think he was ready to hear that as the texts began before we’d even. “Mmm, that’s it, fill me up, I love the sound of you cumming!”“That was a strong one, thank you, my love.”“It was my pleasure but now your cum is going to run down my legs when I walk,” she faintly hinted.“I know what you want!” He kissed her then sucking on each nipple made his way down to her leaking pussy. She bent her knees pressing his head to her leaking mound“Eat my dirty fucking cunt!” His hands went under her skirt to cup her bare ass cheeks and enjoyed his erotic meal eventually.