.."We ate breakfast at the diner. I noticed that her table manners had improved in the last few weeks since we'd began frequenting commercial eateries... and the waitress at this one recognized us on arrival, and treated us well. Of course, the fact that I was a generous tipper probably helped. But Cindy was a well-mannered, polite young client in a day where many kids in public were ill-mannered little hellions.Full, we drove back to the park, chatting happily. The rest of the morning we spent. .get yer tit OUT for the lads!” The crowd chanted as teased with my skirt again. The first few minutes had flown by and I hadn’t taken any clothes off as the second tune started. This had to be rectified so I swiftly unbuttoned my tight white blouse revealing the see thru red lace bra that hardly covered my boobs. I skipped around for a few seconds trying to shake them out of their cups; but by a miracle of engineering they stayed encased. I stopped again and turned away from the audience to. Unfortunately I must be the bearer of bad news. Your parents are dead.”“what. No. you must be joking. I saw them this morning.” I feel my eyes begin to water.Unfortunately, no you didn’t. they died over a week ago, when you were told this news you passed out and have been in a coma ever since. Nearly 8 days now.“This cant be happening” I choked out “I cant, no. they are not dead. I want to see my mom. I want my mom”That’s not possible I’m afraid, as we didn’t know when you would wake the. ”They resume their makeout session. He kisses her neck and runs his tongue to the creamy tops of her breasts. One hand is fondling her thigh below her skirt. She opens her legs as far as the skirt will allow to give him better access. He strokes his way under her skirt until his fingers brush her outer lips.She slightly arches her hips to push his fingers against her bare pussy. “Ohh…fuck, feel my pussy.”He uses two fingers, probing her moist folds. “Did your husband play with your pussy on the.