You feel a hand grip your left arm, and pull upwards. You see the group of men walk to your left where a table stands, a couple of them jerking as the... walk. You stand up and saunter to the table. You start to lift your legs to get on top. A collection of hands reach for you and seem to guide you steady. It’s not a big table, your legs tangle off the edge as you positioned to lay. As you begin to find yourself to be comfortable, your head is lifted and pillow seems to be placed underneath, ‘a. She kept rubbing her backside and crying. I leaned over and whispered that we had to go, that Mr. Jackson said so. Mom looked up at me and nodded, and then slowly got to her feet. Together, we walked to the living room and sat on the couch, hugging each other."I guess you're wondering about her," Mr. Jackson said, using his thumb to point to the stranger. "She's a friend. When I told her about you two she gave me the best fucking of my life. So I asked her if she wanted to play also. Obviously. How long can you wait before you are in pain?”“I can hold off for a bit.”“Let me know when you just absolutely have to go.”Diana began to hump my leg faster and I could feel the wetness being smeared along my leg. It was getting more and more slick as she moved farther and faster, until she let out a gasp and squeezed my leg between hers, and began to shake. She clutched her breasts and rolled her nipples in her hands. Then she went almost limp and rolled off of me.“Thanks. That was. I had an erection since I met her at the diner but know it was struggling inside my cargo shorts. She smiled and laughed and did every pose I gave her and then after about an hour said she needed to relax. She went into the bathroom and I went to the bathroom door and then back to sitting on the bed.She took a long shower and came back after 30 minutes wearing a big white robe and white fuzzy slippers and looked at me and said, "I love the outfits and shoes and you really know how to take a.