First Jamie looked through her purse not only did she find her name to be Trisha Johnson but she found $500 in cash and an American Express black card... “This bitch was arguing about a little tip while she was loaded as hell,” Jamie said angrily. First she gave $100 to the waitress crying because she felt bad for her and pocketed the rest. Jamie ran outside and found a bum which she traded Trisha’s black card for the bum's one and only pair of underwear. It was a pair of tighty whities but no. "I've just fooled around a little bit, but that's it," I whispered back.She nodded, and then actually began feeling me up. She didn't even ask, but I liked it that way. She had nice hands, not too small, or too big. Just like her boobs, and she gave my boobs a firm squeeze. She leaned down towards my boobs, and began licking my right nipple. It was a terrific feeling, that I just couldn't put in words. Then she began alternating between my breasts, and it seemed she was trying to decide which. As we was talking she went on to say how her husband didn't appreciate her anymore and never showed her any love or affection I said I'm sorry I didn't really know what to say then she went further to say she hadn't had sex for ages now I just mumbled I really didn't know what to say but looking at her and her tits and with her unexpectedly talking like this I could feel my cock getting hard I tried to hide it but Brenda noticed and smiled at me and thought this could be it. Brenda then moved. The phone rang and checking the caller-id, Allison answers it, "I hope you're almost home." Her voice is deep and she breathes heavily."Yes, I am just pulling into the neighborhood, I wanted to tell you how hard I am. I've been hard for the entire drive home." Mark, I'm looking in the mirror at my naked body. I'm standing with my legs spread and I touched myself. Mark, I'm wet, I'm so wet for you." I'm turning onto our street... bye." The phone went dead.Allison hung up, and slipped on a sleek.