That name would come to be from this camping trip. One night after dinner, a Scout Leader, Mr Conner asked Kim and another boy, Scott, if they wanted ...o see porn magazines that he had brought. Mr. Conner was about 45 and had a son in the troop but his son wasn’t able to come on this specific trip. Kim had really started to get into porn back home but hadn’t seen any, nor had she cum all week. She was hoping Mr. Conner would let them keep the mags so she could have some alone time with them. A. I almost started to cry again until Grandma noticed and warned me that there was room for lots more letters on the calendar.I was sullen and quiet as we drove through town. I hated each stop light, each block for taking me closer to the mall. As it turned out we didn't go to a mall - at least not a first. We parked in front of a strange looking store that had wheel chairs and crutches on display in the window. It wasn't until we got inside that I understood that this was where Grandma had. My legs were free, I was free.We stood by the bench, close together, lips mashed together, my hand in her crotch rubbing her sex through the smooth shiny material. Her hips started to move, her breathing became heavier and I sensed she was ready for me. I ran my hand around until I found the zip handle on her pubic mound, then pulled it down and through her legs until I could feel her wet lips in the gap. “Lie down Angie”, she obeyed and I lifted each leg in turn before buckling the straps. ”I come here once a month on the Caribbean party night. They hold it on the last Friday of every month, it’s mainly for white couples and women who like the occasional Black Guy experience and of course black guys who want some white pussy.” “Oh, as it’s our first time we didn’t realise, but that’s cool by me. Not sure about Chrissie though,” I told him as I suddenly realised what it was that had Chrissie so transfixed. Of course I hadn’t noticed it, with being from London, but at least thirty.