She did find him a bit rough compared to Martin, but Damien could be nice as well. “I’ll be taking your chocolate cookie first.” He bent throu...h his knees to reach to bottom of her dress. With one swift movement he pulled it up to her shoulders. To prevent it from falling down, he pressed his torso into Alyssa’s back. Trapping the young girl against the wall, preventing her movement. His hands went down again. This time they grabbed her underwear. Damien pulled it down slightly, just far. I strolled along.I passed by an elderly couple, lying in the sun. She was voluptuous, not really a beauty. I had seen them days before and had been touched by her quiet and patient way to massage his rod. I remembered his foreskin, which could not be pulled down the glans, and her silver nail polish.I decided to stay a little while and spread my towel. I took the daypack as a pillow. Legs widely spread apart to give them an unhindered look on my testicles; I began to fondle my balls. I firmed my grip as I assaulted her snatch in this artful pose and could really feel the difference in what I was gliding against. My cock withdrew and slid back in firmly dragging against the front of her opening. Every time I struck her tensing insides she got wetter and I could tell it was almost time for something big again. She seemed to exhale something in a retarded sputter and looked back to repeat herself. “I’m not holding back this time” she looked me in the eye with the most sexy. He left before sun-up. He didn't want to wake you because he didn't think you'd be up to it this morning." He was right. The only thing that was getting up this morning was between my legs."Hand me some of those cans," she said. I helped her pack the rest of the shelves and held her hand as she steadied herself off the stool."Mom, you look great," I blurted.She smiled brightly. "Thanks, Alex. I don't seem to get compliments that often anymore." Are you kidding? You're a knock out!" I wasn't.