I don’t know if its fate or what but the evening I created my profile I was surfing the database looking at the different girls and found Lacy. Her...profile picture showed a black haired beauty with glowing blue eyes, a button nose, and full pink lips over pale skin. Although I couldn’t see her body I knew I didn’t need to. She looked younger but didn’t have her age filled in (I honestly didn’t care). I read her profile noting a dark tint to her personality and a preference for older guys. Almost at the spot I slowed down hoping I could find my way around this. Not happing there was no way to get by it. Got to the corner put my phone on the stand took 2 pics to proof I was there. Picked up the phone started walking back a forward in a small spot on this corner for 25 mins. Did not help I had 2 cars blow there horn at me? Then I got the phone and stand out sat it down did a 3 min video. Of me walking back forward then though I am her might as well have fun looked around no cars at. I should have listened to my instincts that evening instead of falling into the “Good ol’ days” feeling that I did because we got out the blankets, put them on the floor, broke out the ice cream and watched our scary movie. I don’t know how many times I grabbed my son or Jesse because I was so frightened and I know at least one time when I grabbed onto Jesse and his hand went right onto my breast which wasn’t good because, like a fool, I had put on my long tee shirt and undies and that was it!. They obliged. The cocks and dildoes penetrated, grew inside me, depositedtheir slime and waist, and withdrew to be replaced by other cocks, thanhands, than feet, filling me, stretching me beyond my capabilities...Pussies rubbed themselves raw against my latex face, met with doll'seager tongue, darting out of the wide-opened mouth framed with red-hotrubber lips... I accepted their juices and liquids like the urinal acceptsanything that is being poured into it... I felt tremendous sense of.