"It's ok. Don't let anyone here intimidate you, they are all drunks and whores anyways."I just laughed nervously. "I'm going out dancing at one of th... nearby bars after work, do you want to come?" "Sure," I said. I hadn't gone out on a girls night in months, so I was very much looking forward to dancing and having a few drinks to unwind. My shift was over in a couple hours and I ran to my apartment to change clothes. I met Sarah back at the restaurant in the parking lot by her car. She had. "I'm Chad," he said. "Chad Morgan." Claire," she replied, carefully. She didn't give him her last name.He finally looked at her face. His eyes were blue. He was, she suddenly realized ... gorgeous."Where do you live?" he asked."Why would you ask that?" she responded, nervousness erupting in her stomach."Can you get home okay with that leg?" he explained. "Do I need to help you?"She looked around. After the fourth or fifth mile she'd stopped paying attention to where she was going, and had just. She held my hard cock and slowly slid it inside her. It was so slick and slippery that I simply swooshed in. “Welcome back inside Mama Adi, now pull it out, but not fully, just till only its head is inside me, and then put it fully in again. Keep doing that again and again. This is called fucking” she said.It was as if I was in heaven. Slowly and then faster I fucked her. She was looking at my face and I at her face all the time. She smiled mischievously and said, “if your cock had eyes, you. ”“I’ll bet Tommy would enjoy fishing.”“Who is Tommy?”“Tommy is my widow sister Emily’s eleven year old son, my nephew. His father was a reservist and was killed in a helicopter crash.”“That’s a shame.”“Yes it is. I am a third grade teacher and off for the summer. Between me and my parents we take care of Tommy during the summer as my sister works full time. I usually have Tommy on Mondays and Tuesdays and my parents the other days.”“Can’t your father teach Tommy how to fish?”“He is not into.