Thirty, tops."Silently I thank the salt-cured receptionist. Now I have a name to go with the dream incarnate from the beach. The music of exotic summe... fantasies begins to play, two notes at a time: Zander. Zander."You're actually not supposed to be in here. Insurance rules," my rescuer cuts into the song. His deft fingers cradle something that looks like a fat metal Life Saver. "There're some picnic tables near the dock. I'll call you soon as it's ready."So much for therapy by proximity.. I dropped the magazine and hurried out of the store. The mall wasn't as full as it had been at Christmas, but it was Saturday and there was a good crowd doing their usual weekend shopping. I took off in the direction she had been walking and, within a few seconds, I thought I spotted her. She was wearing a tan raincoat with the collar up and seemed to be headed somewhere with a purpose. What made me confident that it was the same woman was her stride. It was that same confident walk that I had. I figured if I poured it, you wouldn’t be rude and leave until you finished this glass.” She smiled real big at me and said, “I’ll stay as long as I am welcome. I don’t have anywhere I need to be today. You were my last stop.” I said, “Good. I have been a little bored this week by myself.” She smiled, shot her head down in a shy manner, and then looked around. She said, “I’ll be right back, need to use the restroom.” This was my shot. I knew she wanted it. I knew I wanted it. I stood by. Fuck your ex your mine now" says Bill. "Yes baby its your pussy" says mom. I could hear movement behind the door and knew mom and Bill were getting it in. For some reason hearing mom and Bill fucking turned me on. I could just imagine what they were doing behind that door. Mom sounded like she was loving it and Bill sounded like he was crying and beating something into oblivion. I went to my room and got in the shower and played with my little pussy imagining that I was my mother and Bill.