The second day while interviewing her, the topic landed on men. Sharon said men are assholes. I laughed and said that I couldn’t agree more. So she ...irectly asked me what my story was regarding men and all the depression I was holding in.I just blabbed to her that my boyfriend cheated on me with another girl. The expression on her face changed. It was an expression that I could identify because it was the same as I had.Soon after saying that to her, I realized that she was a friend of my mom’s.. . !Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes unfolded graphically now again and again in her self- deploring mind, the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for her to eliminate as the unwanted knowledge of her unnatural acts with Peggy. Beside her lay Sultan, looking up with innocent eyes, waiting for just a word of love."Oh darling, Carol isn't angry with you!" she said, hunching down to stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts. After taking a moment to bask in the warmth of the water, Lia started to wash the chlorine from her hair. This scene would've been any young man's dream watching the suds flow down her golden locks, down her slight perky breast, past her tight, toned tummy, sliding down her shaved sexy slit, dripping down her thin shapely legs down to her perfectly pedicured toes. Lia began cleaning herself, rubbing the soap down her breast, lingering just a moment longer than she should have, her fingers. I was so horny and couldn't take it anymore so I started to kiss him and felt his warm tongue gliding into my mouth. Ah I was on fire!While kissing he grabbed my ass and leaned his back on a tree. Then he slowly pulled my head back by my hair, looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready to eat some yogurt...I was more than ready! Immediately I went down on my knees, opened his belt, pulled his pants down and admired the beauty of his (still) soft cock. I took it in my hands, held it in front.