I had already been edging myself for a few minutes as I started to breath with a heavy, quicken pace. "I'm about to cum" I said as I leaned back again...t the cement pipe behind me. "So how do you usually handle it when you get off?" I asked him as I struggled to hold off my orgasm for just a bit longer. "Depends on where I am, I use a wash cloth at home but when I do it out side I usually just let it fly" he said while turning his hand back over to use his usual approach. "You do it outside. Just as I felt somebody behind me reach round to cup my 'breasts,'Carly's hands reached round cupping Gay's breasts. Gay turned and soonshe and Carly disappeared from the dance floor. I was rubbing myself upagainst a stranger, feeling a hard penis rubbing up between my cheeks.I was faking enjoying having my 'breasts' touched, 'I wish they werereal.' One hand started creeping down the front of my dress, it got tomy pantie line, crept further down. I quickly turned, before hediscovered I was a. She could get no sense of a response as she usually could when she was close to her. A worried frown creased her brow, hardly noticeable amongst all the other wrinkles in her old and now tired face. ‘I fear we are too late Rayne, I cannot feel her, yet I don’t feel her gone either. I am sorry, I know I am of no help to you right now.’ Rayne couldn’t bear the pain that ripped through him at her words. Tersely, between gritted teeth he ground out ‘we are not too late, she is there and she is. “Ah, my new magic cell phone knows all. Besides, who else would call me?” I chuckled.“Oh ... you are so smart, Nico. I am calling to invite you to dinner Saturday night. It has been a long time since you’ve come here. It’s time. Please say you will be here,” she pleaded.“Of course I will. I’ll never miss a home cooked meal by you, Mama.”“Wonderful. I will have news for you when you come. See you Saturday. Don’t be late,” she said before hanging up.Huh, I thought. That was pretty abrupt for her..