” “You’ll pass my car if I blow you and let you fuck me?” “Yes.” “Okay. Where would you like to do it?” “There’s a park a few ...locks away. Let’s go there.” “I know where that is.” I continued to drive and drove to the park. I pulled in and moved to a section of the park where not too many people were. I turned the car off. The guy leaned in and started to kiss me. We shared a deep and passionate kiss. “Why don’t you come over on my side and sit down. I want to play with your breasts.” I. “I can take her to the library.”“She likes music.”“What kind?”“Mostly cheesy shit, sadly. Paula Abdul, Madonna, that new singer, Mariah something.”“Strike two.”I chuckled. “But she likes some good music too. She’s into the stuff we listen to, but she just doesn’t have the albums. She’s borrowed my Zep tapes a lot.”Pete sighed. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. Nothing’s going to happen.”“You should talk to her some time, man.”“What, about Madonna?” he joked.Now I grinned. “Sure! She’d love. "Oh, come on now Grandma. Surely there's one who would have pity on me and take me on a date... when I turn a hundred and ten, because that's how old I'll be before Mom gives her OK." Hummm, what's that about dating?" Cathy joined in, breaking her private reverie."Dates, Mom. You know, boys and girls, going out together... alone!" Well it's that alone business that scares me. Honey, you know I trust you, it's just..." Yeah, I know. We've been over this again and again. But Mom, not every guy is. His breath is on my neck and shoulder and my arms fall to my sides as i tilt my head back against him. his fingers move up, 8 tips curved together tracing up my tummy to my ribs then up between my firm little boobs, i raise my arms to accommodate the movement of his hands... he gently rubs the skin over my breastbone. he drops to one knee behind me and kisses me in the small of my back, then on either side of those long muscles above my pelvis. his hands tease my tits, barely touching them. i.