. let's see some ID."Shit ... I'm thirteen ... the only ID I have is my library card. It's what I have ... it's what he got. I get muscled to the floo... and he grabs Grannie ... by the boob ... just as the Chief of Police walks in the door."Haversham, what do you think you're doing?" asked the Chief."Searching a suspect." That's no suspect ... that's the Clinton County Prosecuting Attorney's mother ... and his son." We're not in Clinton County and we caught her red handed." Caught her doing. My index finger deftly wiped away small beads of perspiration forming on her upper lip. “That was hard work,” she noted. “And fun,” I added. Little rivulets of sweat also were coursing down her chest as it heaved to catch her breath. I again noticed how soft her beautiful BBW body became after sex, all tension released, I guessed.A tear or two formed in each eyes and asked, “What’s the matter?” She replied, “You know this isn’t going to last much longer…our little get-togethers.” Why?” I. When they entered the club the scene was completely different here. It was much brighter and there were a whole lot more people around. The place even had a decent bar, with other almost nude people sitting around. They immediately hit the bar, ordered each beer and sat down. They felt quite natural as they mostly do in most situations, chatting away about high and low. It was almost as if they were warming up to what was hopefully coming their way. Lene had her eyes out for possibilities. She. These were the type that had a skinny lace-covered waist that rides high on a women's waist and were made of two strips of super sheer chiffon nylon trimmed inside and out with garish lace.My rock hard cock was sticking straight out from between the front halves of the split panties, and when I turned my ass to the mirror and looked over my shoulder, I could see the lacey edges of the split back panels barely touched when I was standing up. If I bent just a little bit, the wispy, crotchless.