He was happy tonot have to catch the vibrant colors and patterns out of the sides of hiseyes that turned his head towards the skirts, blouses, dresses...and heelshe passed by, nor the mannequins dressed in outfits he could only longfor, but never sport so boldly.His eyes instead focused on the menswear before him. Instead of thehosiery he wanted, there was socks in all manners of colors and prints,but he was strictly a black or white man.John walked beyond them and onto the dress shirts section.. I moved her back to the bench. She sat down and pushed my pants and boxers down exposing my 7" cock right in front of her face. She grabbed my cock and started licking the tip tasting my pre-cum. She grabbed my ass and pulled my cock into her mouth, sucking the head and using her tongue to lick the bottom side. I put my hands into her hair and slid my cock deeper into her mouth. She sucked harder and I pushed my cock deeper until i felt the back of her mouth. She gagged a little but kept it. “You know the pond where we’ve gone skinny dipping a few times” she asked. Of course I knew it! It was a silly thing for two 30, almost 40 something moms to do, but it was so much fun…especially when we both had not too perfect, but not too bad bodies. “Yes, of course I do” I replied. Well, I was down there this afternoon, enjoying a little swim, the outdoors…when that group of boys from across the way came out of the woods. Your son was with them as well, so I guess there were five of them.. As she was held facing away from the owner of the large set of arms, she could hear the water faucets steadily turned off one by one.Once the last faucet was extinguished she heard his voice. Greg. Like a mighty sword stabbing the darkness she was imprisoned by, she clung to his words as he spoke them. “Kayla. You little bitch. This is what you get for holding out on me. I want you, Kayla. I want to fuck your brains out.” God, his words were powerful. The way he spoke them and the way they.