“Oh that will be nice,” she said breathlessly when I told her that I was going to kiss every inch of her skin. I went on to start undressing her; ...issing every part of her skin that peeled her dress off.I started from her neck then her arms before I buried my head between the deep valleys created by her twin boobs. Her fingers were scratching at my back in passion as I seized her tits to suck; relishing the soft moans escaping her as I squeezed her delicious, fleshy ass. “Oooussss,” she moaned. As I was driving back I was thinking that I hope my daughter isn’t as horny as I was at 15. Betty was waiting for me when I entered the house with a glass of wine ahd a warm kiss.”are you okay?”she asked. “I don’t know,”I said, taking the wine, “bring the bottle and come sit down “walking into the living room.Betty followed me and sat down “so what is the real story?” I said putting my arm around her . Betty took a drink “from the beginning “I said “the van was in gear so it seems she set you. Hisface was nothing special, grey eyes set close together above a blade of anose over a black handlebar mustache and three-day stubble covering a weakchin. No one would give him a second look in his threadbare blue T-shirtwith a Nike swoosh, faded jeans and a pair of thrift store sneakers. A redcap with a political slogan on it covered his shaggy black mullet. Randydidn't give a shit about politics but it seemed like a good way to blendin with the hayseeds in the Midwest. Here on the coast, he. Somehow I slid behind the artist to see all that he was doing, and made a few suggestions of what the guy would like since the guy was being a total jerk and just complaining. The artist smiled and did just what I had said, so I slipped back to inspect the rest of the produce. There were these little candies that were yellow and were about the size and shape of french fries. They were yellow and apparently lemon flavored. The artist seen I was looking at them, and offered me a sample. I don’t.