I told Mary I would love to meet her. We decided I would drive over Friday morning and pick her up from the playground near her house then we could g... for a walk in a nearby forest preserve. I made sure that none of my correspondences made any references to sex, oral or other. This was just going to be a meet and talk thing.Sure enough, I followed the directions she gave me and I saw her standing there.She was kind of tall and chubby. She wore a tie-dyed shirt and baggy worn jeans. Her. “I don’t know what you mean? Cameltoe?”. And I guess she thought it was funny and she started to laugh.He said, “that’s what’s it’s called when a girl wears tight pants like you are and you can see her pussy through her pants”.“Oh is that what you call it”, she said mockingly. That must be an old guy thing”, as she laughed. “Besides you shouldn’t be looking”.“Isn’t that why you dress that way so the boys look at you”, he came back with.“I dress this way because it is the fashion”, was her. It was a good stop over.We spent some time enjoying each other while at Bay Springs, before locking through the dam just below. Tammy was becoming more comfortable with the physical side of our relationship, while continuing to encourage Amy, Carrie, and Linda to explore their feelings for me. One night, Tammy talked at some length about her thoughts on "sharing" her daughters with me."You realize that we are far too far apart in age to become a couple, right?" she asked. "What you do to me is. I slapped her ass again, and the answering squeal drew out into a low moan as I pushed into her incredibly tight, wet cunt. Her body gripped me tightly, and I pushed deeper into her, my hips falling into a hard driving rhythm.Pounding into her felt much different than Leanne, and not just on a physical level. No matter how hard I took Leanne, or what we did, there was love and never a feeling that she was being used. With Yuki, however, all I felt was that I was using her, pounding her tight.