G. Highway where I had already booked a romantic table for two earlier. The atmosphere there was amazing. People looked at us in amazement as they saw...our considerable age difference and the way we were 'handling' each other as dates. One rarely sees this kind of age disparate relationships in a conservative city like Ahmedabad.We had a great five course meal followed by a very lustful chocolate pastry. Mom and I talked about all sorts of things ranging from my school and college life to her. Was this going to be an innocent shower or was more going to take place. As Ella slid off her panties, she made a slight tug at the strap of my thong and asked if I'd be wearing it in. In her drunken slurred speech, she said, "Don't worry; I'm not gonna **** you or anything." Following her lead, I slid my panties down over my hips and let them fall to the floor as I wondered if she could **** the willing. Stepping out of my thong, I stepped into the shower and felt the warn water run over my. I walked outside, opened my car door, slumped in, started it and reversed out of the driveway. My mom gave me a wave as she left into the darkness. After pulling back into the drive way, I went back inside and poured a glass of orange juice. I thought about how boring my past week at school was and how all the girls and couples fought. There was so much drama. He said this. She said that, it was all very annoying. With my glass of juice empty and the sun starting to peak over the horizon, I. " "That doesn't fucking count and you know it," Jen said as Delbert began to paw at her tits through her dress. Jen hissed, "I need your big black cock! Let me see that motherfucker!" Referring to Delbert's cock as a "motherfucker" was a little running joke between Jen and Delbert. After all, Jen was definitely a mother and Delbert's cock was certainly a fucker. Jen began to unbuckle Delbert's pants, right there in the living room, but Delbert stopped her. "Baby, don't forget that my son's home.