My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged woman screamed at us, "Perverts!"I flus...ed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as he gave me his boyish grin. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare," he told me in his commanding voice. "Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn't ever hide them."His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were. She tried to wrench her mouth away from his, but he was too strong for her. The petite woman couldn't win a physical struggle with her six-foot son. As he kissed her, he slipped his hands onto her thrusting tits and squeezed them sensuously through her clothes.To her shame and embarrassment, Jodie felt her tits responding to his caresses, swelling up taut, her nipples going rigid and throbbing. He had to feel those changes even through her bra and t-shirt. At last he pulled back and let her. Not surprising, there wasn’t a whole lot in it, and he shut the door with a sigh. Since his wife died, Chris had a hard time with the domestic end of things. Actually, he had a hard time with most aspects of his life, except bringing money home. Even with Taylor, who he used to have a natural, easy relationship with, things were rocky. They never fought, but that was because they barely spoke. Better not leave a bad example, Chris thought, picking up his jacket off the chair. He went upstairs. Besides, I love you and I want to dance." That was all it took and she was in my arms and we were doing the forbidden dance. My shit was getting rock hard and it was a good thing it was now dark outside because the glow from the citronella candles wasn't bright enough to illuminate the big bulge in my trunks.Dancing didn't last too long before we were interrupted. "Hey, y'all, it's getting late and me and Teresa are going to head out." The girls started kissing each other goodbye n' shit and.