Van's mom knew me too, we had been to the beach, a number of cook outs, and a couple of house parties together; Van, a couple of our friends, and I. H...r mom had driven us a couple of times and considered me, the son she never had.I actually met Pat at one of those parties given by Sharon, another story completely, but did not get to know her because she was quiet and shy and stayed inside while we were all outside partying.Anyway, after the prom, Pat and I started going together and were like. You’ve already seen more of my skin than most men.” She snatched off the cap he’d given her and bent over to point her bald pate at him.“Yes, Ma’am,” said Bob, his voice in an exaggerated groan. “I am the worst of the whole lot. The only reason they sent me with you was so that you wouldn’t mind leaving this poor earth.”She stood back up, and looked at him, her gaze level.“You know, you talk to me differently than anybody else. Nobody else would make a joke about me dying.”“I’m sorry,” he said,. Going all the way down loving the feel of his hands on her head guiding her she sucks all the way back up, gripping one hand hard around the base she helps her mouth pleasure him as the other goes under and cups his balls, squeezing them gently she pulls against the sac as she continues to suck and devour his cock..harder and harder she works him, feeling a rush between her thighs as she hears his deep growl, loving his sounds she goes faster and faster..his hips buck against her and still she. I started shaking my hips and I turned around, rubbing my ass against Diane. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back as I ground back into her. Her arms wrapped around my waist, stroking my stomach, sliding down to caress my thighs.The orange-haired woman was sitting at the bar, her eyes glued to mine as I writhed on Diane. I smiled at her, licked my lips. I grabbed Diane's hand and moved it up to my breast. Diane's hand groped my perky tit. Then she slipped her hand into my bodice,.