We stopped the car and stepped off and walked straight into the park.We had walked a fair distance when we realized that apart from a few street lamps... there seemed to be nothing and no one anywhere. We stopped at a random section of the garden and I realized I had had enough.I grabbed her by the waist again, pushed her back into the wall behind the bushes and kissed her, tasting her tongue as it wrestled against my tongue. My hands scurried across her stomach, inching it’s way down to her. Would set her up with a cartoon while she spread for him to screw her. yes, she is that kind. I have not fooled around on her daughter and surly now with her. Her husband died and she now had mental problems. She gets flashes of sanity and it soon leaves. She can not be left alone any more, not for a second. I am retired due to injury and my wife works. So I get to adult sit this old bitch. She can not shower alone and must be given a bath and dressed. She is 65 now and her body is still in. ..we went back to the dance floor and started to dance again...Then I saw Cory walk up to the band and request a song...When it came on he tapped on my shoulder and asked nicely if he could have one dance with my fine lady....I looked at her and she "drunkly" said yes...So I sat back and watched cory dance with my wife...he had already bred her twice and been filled with his cum,,,yet she was dancing with him and had no clue...Then he spun her to the corner of the dance floor and I saw his hand. She pressed her small body against his big one, kissing him urgently. He slowed the kiss down, lips smacking against hers.“You seem pretty horny.” He smiled. She smiled back, pulling his head down to her so she could kiss him again. Her tongue flew back into his mouth and she could feel the bulge in his jeans growing steadily against her stomach. She pressed herself harder against it, thrills shooting through her body. He couldn’t help but slide his hands down to her ass. Her skirt was made of.