She was unabashedly herself, and that endeared her to me. Yes, she had the royal air of someone who’s used to being doted upon, and I daresay she’... be hard-pressed to know what to do with a broom (save for sticking the handle up her ass), but she didn’t expect anything of those she may have deemed below her station. Truly, I saw a potential friend in her; maybe more. She was compassionate, bold, and curious, but above all, she was ambitious. I could see it in the orange glint that shined across. And me.”“All of you are great! And, don’t forget my grandk**s. Mi corazons! All five of ‘em!”“Thanks, papi! You helped put it in perspective.”“You know you can talk whenever. Just come over and we’ll grab a beer,” he chuckled. “Maybe share it with Kendra.”They completed the conversation and Miles began peeling an orange.Jeanne Chastain Albritton was already kneeling in the flower bed in the front yard. Her silver-haired husband stepped on the porch of the grand, Indian red brick, columned house. . Zach isn't here and I know you've been peeking on me. Do you want to feel now?" She said stroking her pussy.I said nothing and looked at her fingering her self. She knew I wanted her. She walked to me and pulled of my clothes, sliding up and down my body rubbing her huge breast whispering "I know you want this, you want this fat wet pussy, don't you".I grabbed her by the waist and walked her to the nearest bed. Rubbing her breast and grinding on her ass. I sucked on her neck and moved my hand. She said OK and asked me to come to her house with her hands. Some how I managed to reach her house (I was really tensed). She told me that she will be free tonight and want to spend the night with me. This made me horny again andI got exited with the thought that I was going to spend the night with my heroine of my dreams. It seems like the day is not going to end, I felt frustrated, and still I manage to hold till night.At around 9.30 pm, after my parents had gone to bed, I slowly got down.