.. I thought to myself. I grab my phone from my nightstand and quickly scroll through it for any new messages, there's only one... from him. I shut my...eyes as I push back the tears and I set my phone back on the nightstand, trying to get rid of any thoughts about my old school from my head. It's a new town, a fresh start, and I plan on making the most of it. My feet shuffle across the carpet floor with my legs dragging behind me as I rush into the bathroom, nearly tripping over the dirty. Sometimes if I was lucky, I would even manage to catch glimpses of pubic hair curling out from the sides of her panties. From all these, I managed to find out that my mother wore only cotton briefs of various colors.My mother normally did the laundry at home and her bras and panties were always hung in my parents' bathroom, away from prying eyes. Thus before this, I had never even seen a glimpse of what they looked like. Many times, mom had tried to persuade me to do the laundry at home, but I. I simply said, "Why don't we meet at a local bar? Even if we just talk, it can't be any worse than our respective earlier dates." This seemed eminently logical to this female whose name I do remember - Rebecca - and we met at a bar that would be open late night that she suggested.Of course we hit it off. The bar we chose had these awesome old fashioned barrel booths; we were fortunate enough to nab one. Rebecca was just as pretty in person as she had appeared in her photo. She was thin up top. My big balls slapped underneath her as she moaned. I could hear our bodies slap against each other in the entrance. I reached around her waist holding on to her big tits as she rammed her pussy back on my cock. I watched her green beret fall off her head as her hair fell out. Ten the glass from the table fell and rolled over to the welcome mat in front of the door. I was getting a good rhythm as I bite her ear lope causing her to orgasm on my cock. She was grasping for air as I pounded her.