"Mike walked rapidly down the alley way. Coming into the open he started calling again. Pat's radio was mute even from that short distance. She opened...her cell phone and pushed the buttons for 911. Looking down she saw "no service" blinking at her. She put it back on her belt. Moved by a sudden impulse she turned the ignition key. The engine sprang to life. Well, something worked.As Mike trotted back down the alley towards her, Pat found herself up against the far wall, her gazed fixed on the. "I wonder how many of these women were dressed by their son" she whispered as we stood at the bar waiting for our drinks, she smelled wonderful and I longed to kiss her neck, to nuzzle my mouth into her flesh, to taste her!"I'm wondering how many of them have got a pussy as wet as yours mum" and she giggled deliciously,We sat down at a table where we could see everyone as they came into the pub and she pressed herself against me, I felt the softness of her breas pressing into my arm and I. I need quite a long recovery time these days."She stood up and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Okay. Then how would it be if I stood in front of you and you took me with your tongue? I remember how good you were at cunnilungs on the train - though I'm afraid I didn't bring any raspberries."He gently unzipped her trousers and lowered her tiny pink panties until they were around her ankles. The boat had drifted to a stop.As he went to push his coiled tongue into the opening she was making for. She lifted her head and he leaned forward to give her a quick peck on the forehead.I remained seated, squeezing my aching cock. On her way to the ladder to exit the pool, she noticed me sitting in the darkness and waded toward me.“Okay,” she said, “I fulfilled my obligation for the week. Happy now?”*The rest of the week was a hazy blur of drinking, eating, dancing, and flirting. We enjoyed hanging out with our new friends and shared many laughs together. On one occasion, we were standing.