My developing attraction to him was novel and quite new.That night he generously bought me drink after drink. We even danced several times together, s...mething that I rarely did with a guy. I had only danced once before with a man and that was on a dare. This guy made me laugh and feel special. Very few guys seemed to be as nice and as down to earth as he was.Though he was twice my size and more than twice my age, I was drawn to his warmth. There was something that I found to be very different. Things seemed almost too good to be true. Dad had graduated with honors and had a little over a week to go before he had to leave. Mr. Garrison was the man that own most of the timber in the area and also the lumber mill. Dad was good friends with his youngest son and knew the family well. Dad left early one morning to talk with Mr. Garrison about the possibility of buying both homes and land when they were ready to move. Mr. Garrison readily agreed and assured Dad a good price for both. "Is this what you fantasised about.Normally i have a fag after fucking.This is great for me"."I didn't know what it would be like but it is definitely enjoyable.There again i am fucking a sexy mature woman".At this she leant over and kissed me full on the lips.I could taste the smoke and this felt extremely erotic.I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down hard on my cock as she lit up another cigarette.I was close to coming so i turned her over,and lifting her legs up,began to thrust my cock. P’s house across the street? Or was it something more? Why hadn’t Marcie said something? Probably too busy, I thought, dismissing it, wondering if Mrs. P had spotted me stopping by the house across the street and driving off with Brenda in Marcie’s convertible. If she had, how would she take it? If she had……. “The Ape Goes Wild In the Picnic Area,” Brenda said, breaking the silence. “Huh?” I said, looking at her. “That’s what’s playing at the drive-in,” she said, pointing to the sign in front.