Her name was Misty, she's the seafood manager. We talk from time to time, one night I was telling her about me going out to karaoke, she told me she l...ked to do karaoke but hasn't gone in a while. Several days later, I went up to talk to her when I noticed she wasn't herself. "Are you ok misty? You seem depressed" I asked her, then she replied, "my boyfriend cheated on me and I'm upset, I need a getaway from his dumbass, you going to karaoke Friday night?" I nodded yes. A few days later, she. I am over taken with pleasure and the sensation of being filled up and fucked in the ass. I can barely speak from my moans escaping my mouth. I am making noises I have never heard before but manage to mutter I’m fine. Don’t stop. She doesn’t. She reaches up and grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back. Oh how I am enjoying this. My whole insides feel stretched out, full even. As the thrusts increase with intensity and speed it feels like the cock is up in my throat about to tickle my. Instant hard-on! She was well lubricated in more ways than one. As her legs parted slightly to enable me a better look, I could see she was wet and her pussy lips were well parted. She had opened the sun top at my bequest so I could just see one nipple also. Where we were seated no-one could see us from either side, but there were two vans in front of us about fifteen yards away; one empty, and the other with two workmen inside having a break. Many times I had coaxed my wife to flash other. I want to fly helicopters," he said enthusiastically."Why helicopters? I thought all kids wanted to fly fighter jets." Yeah, but in a helicopter I could land anywhere. Even in my back yard." Oh ... okay. I get that. Well, study hard in school and you can get a chance."The mention of the word school seemed to put a damper on William's enthusiasm."Do any of the kids call you Bill?" I asked."No!" he said, stamping his foot. "My name is William." Oh, okay. Sorry."Tara was still clutching at her.