The rest of us were taken to a booth while. I think they both had a little cleaning up to do.Once we were seated and Tom and Peter returned, Mel said,...“Next time we go to lunch we’re taking your car Tom.”Grace pouted and said, “You don’t like riding in the front with me?!”Mel looked at her and asked, “Did you notice how many times I nearly wrecked my car on the way here?!”Grace said, “No, between what you were doing with your fingers and the show in the back seat, I didn’t even know where I. We are locked together with his cock deeply imbedded in me, my fanny pulsating and milking his cock. He collapse on to me, breathing like that bull again in to my neck, where he starts to kiss and chew on me. I hold on tight knowing what he is doing but can’t give a shit at this precise moment in time, he just young. Nick rolls off when I loosen my legs, one worn out son lies with his worn out mom on the bed and I kiss to thank him. We lie together in each others arms and I listen to him. Fucking mind-blowing! His name's Wilf,NEVER Wilfred,as I learned when I heard him blowing his nutt cos his mother called him it one time when she came to see him!He's got a real attitude on him,lol!And,christ,when he was shagging some lass he'd picked up,you'd think his bed were gonna come through the ceiling! He used a lot of heavy-duty verbal,(I just love that,and I wondered at the fact that usually whoever he was with didn't complain about it! Being a dirty sod meself,I'd lay on my. I’ll call Lisa and let her know. When did you wanna go?”“Ummm, around, in like an hour and a half. We’re out of clean clothes.”“That’s ok. It’ll give Lisa enough time to get here. We’ll see you both there.”I hung up the phone and went back upstairs to Chris’ room, which was empty on account of him being in Stephanie’s room. I turned on the TV and laid back, trying to will myself to take a nap so I wouldn’t have to think about anything. It didn’t work. In fact, I did the exact opposite. No.