She must be in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She had short blond hair, and he could tell she was not wearing a bra like that night at the club. He ...tood maybe 20 feet away from her trying not to be too conspicuous. She was wearing a gauzy, wrap skirt, and he saw it fall away off her legs, and he saw she was not wearing panties. He saw her reach under her bag and between her legs. That made him very hard. And he watched as she masturbated. He watched her cum.He must be out of his mind, but he had. " Would you like to come to dinner Sunday?" asked Mr. French. "We could talk a bit of business." Oh Daddy," Caroline cried in mock seriousness. "On Sunday. Tsk, tsk." She wagged her gloved finger at him, grinning."Well," Robert began, wondering if he should dine with his mother for the first time in a week."Please come," Caroline said. "We promise, no fried chicken." I'd be most happy," said Robert, feeling he owed the girl at least that much. "Thank you, both of you." Around two," Mr. French. There’s no time for foreplay or finesse. There never is, but I don’t want either one. I want to be fucked. I moan; I can’t help it. He feels so good. The thick head of his dick stretches, massages, and rubs the inside of me. “Like that?” he grunts, driving deeper. “God, yes.” I gasp, arching my hips to take more. The friction is amazing. There’s nothing like the feel of being fucked by a big cock. I tell him so and he growls. He loves it when I talk dirty; his girlfriend won’t. She’s too. I just thought you deserve it after a day at work," I told him, my voice light as my arms wrapped up around his neck with a sweet smile.Alex pressed his lips to my own for a long moment before pulling back. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Why don't you just show me?" I said, my voice coming out in a whisper, and I could hear Alex's breath catch in his throat. Somehow, I always knew what tone to use to turn him on, and I could already feel a slight bulge in his pants where his penis.