The nude mother and daughterexchanged saliva as their tongues were probing in and out of eachother's mouth. 'Carla' was eager to feel each and every i...ch ofJessica's youthful skin as 'she' moved both of her hands from her backto her delicious butt, squeezing the firm flesh to 'her' heart'scontent.Making out with the young cheerleader as a perverted elderly man wasdefinitely a different experience from indulging it as a sensual 38year-old woman. The new Carla felt 'her' own derri?re groped just. The day finally came where our schedules worked out and we would be able to meet up. Since she lived 2 hours away from work we agreed on meeting at a park and ride about half way between us. I spent that entire day at work fantasizing about how our meeting would turn out. I made sure to lock my workstation and head out about 10 minutes early so I wouldn't be late. I was so excited and horny I am pretty sure I made it there in half the time I should have. I waited impatiently looking for her. Silicon don’t just grow.”“Darla, they did!”“Now just you lay right back an’ take it easy,” Darla mumbled, feeling my forehead. “You feel hot ‘nough to burst into flames! Just stay there an’ I’ll be right back.”I closed my eyes, sinking dizzily back into the sofa, and heard her walk away. My head was spinning wildly. My mind was on the Ferris wheel this time, except the thing was turning at about a hundred mile an hour. Along for the ride was my stomach, pitching about with gleeful abandon and. A proud officer of the Boston Police Department. Stacey’s mother, former Supermodel turned TV reporter Jasmine Saint-Hillaire was half Haitian and half White. Together they produced the tall, exquisitely beautiful young Black woman I had a crush on. Wow. I was impressed. Stacey came from good stock. She further impressed me by speaking fluent Haitian Creole. Oh, and she told me she knew how to dance Kompa too. When I told her I’d love to see her dance, she simply got up and broke some moves.