1998 - my eighteenthWe're at a Chinese restaurant for my birthday. The group of friends I've made plus one of my oldest all together. Always hanging o...t at cinemas, parks. All relaxed and restrained. The redhead at my side, but somehow I have not reciprocated. The Goth is there too, he's there as well like a limpet. She's in a green-mesh top through which I can see her bra and some cleavage. She's sat across the round table, right opposite. I catch a glance, luckily he doesn't as he's busy. ” She smiled.“It was the best, Loren!” I tickled her armpit gently. “I hate to have to bring this up, but we’re going to have to get moving soon. We need to get cleaned up and eat, so you can get ready for the funeral.“I know, Tommy. It’s back to reality soon.” Loren’s expression was wistful. “I’ll be just that sixty-four year old Granny again. At least we’ll have fresher memories than almost fifty years ago.”“You’re a lovely, sexy, hot Granny, Baby! I’m going to cherish every moment we. ” He took her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. She held her breath. Looking up, she saw his slitted eyes like blue stones. Now that she knew what he wanted she could not cease trembling. “P-please don’t hurt me!” “Hurt you?” His mouth touched hers again. The caressing tip of his tongue slid against hers. He pulled back and gave her a funny, grinning look. He held her propped against the table with her skirt hiked up, her underclothes stripped away,. I pulled my cock out and used my hands to continue to play with her smooth pussy. Soon I was rubbing my cum, mixed with her baby oil, all over her cunt.Patrick skipped lunch. He shoved his cock into Yvonne and they had been rhythmically fucking away. Several minutes later they both came. Patrick pulled out and sat down. I moved over and put a hand on Yvonne. I felt her up and then started slipping around in her tight lips. Soon, I wasn’t finger fucking either of them, I was just completely.