From the moment I met your son, I knew that I had to date him, because it would allow me the opportunity to be with you, " She said as a groan escapes...her lips as she feels my fingers brush against the front of her mound. " Very nice Kit, because of my son, I am the beneficiary of your sexy body now," I said as she moans, " Yes," We kiss hard. Kissing her neck and playing with her pussy, I asked her about my son, and how she ended up fucking him. She felt ashamed, but told me the story. " Do. We were getting close to their house and in an effort to avoid possibly an awkward moment I warned them, "Almost home."I heard a rustling of position changes and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being zipped as they organized themselves. At least they were sober enough to get straightened out.We pulled up into their driveway. Bob asked us if we wanted to come in for another quick drink. We thanked them but declined. I hadn't even backed all the way out of their driveway when Paula challenged. The dinner was a comfort food meal of Southern Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, deep fried okra, and iced tea. For dessert there was apple pie with either cheese, ice cream or both. This would be followed up with cheese and port. Tom looked at Robert and said that this meal alone was a great incentive to get him to join this group. Laughing, Malissa said if her Dad had a choice he would have eggs, grits, and bacon or sausage for breakfast. Then have fried chicken for dinner. Turning. Oh, hell no I don’t play that, I tell you, I stop and look into your eyes. Move your hands, you refuse, move your fuckin hands now I tell you. Still refusing but not saying anything. You wanted me to fuck your ass and now you trying to keep me from going deep! That’s not going to happen. Move your fuckin hands now and I smack you on the ass and leave my red handprint right on your ass. You whimper and quickly move your hands. I ask you, what you don’t trust me not to hurt you? You look up at me.