An off the wall personality, foul mouth, blunt attitude, and so fucking friendly I was laughing and truly enjoying myself more than I had in awhile. I... was sad to see it end. Until she surprised me."Come over to my house. Unless you have to go home and go to sleep?" Bridget said.I didn't hesitate. "Nope. I can follow you to your house. Let's go," I said.It took about a half hour to get there. By the time we made it to Bridget's house, it was just after 10am. I wasn't even remotely tired,. At least let me try. If it hurts and the pain is beyond your control I will take my cock out and won’t disturb you again for it.”Mom very hesitatingly agreed for it but under one condition if it hurts he will remove it immediately and won’t bother her again. Peter very gladly accepted the terms and kissed her very wildly.He turned mom’s nude body around and lifted her waist a little so as her ass was in air and her tummy was on bed. He placed one pillow beneath her stomach. Her asshole was. When we got to the bar, we wasted no time ordering drinks and getting on the dance floor. I split dances between Wayne and Jack, but after a few hours Wayne was pretty plastered, which just left Jack and me dancing, laughing and drinking, while Wayne sat in a semi-stupor at our table with a silly grin plastered on his face. Jack and I kept dancing together, and I wasn’t really surprised that he found a number of opportunities to nudge one boob or the other, grind his crotch against my stomach,. The meals were still hot.After checking the fuel covers, I signed for the fuel and breakfasts and made a hasty departure. Too bad I didn't have afterburners like the fighters do so I could really scoot. We set down just about twelve thirty in the afternoon. I had called ahead for a limo that met us out where we parked. I left the aircraft to be serviced, grabbed my piece of luggage with the gym bag and some phone books in it, rented a car, and headed to the branch bank.The desk clerk for the.