“Well you shouldn’t have done that,” chuntered an out of place, but soon to be prim Nigerian mother-in-law, adjusting her skirt which where it w...s up her thighs was getting lewd glances from a young white couple at the bar. “Where is Natalie anyway?”“Fucking up the club, you know that Gwen. And this place don’t like breast feeding in public,” said Kath, now on her fourth shot.Gwen pondered that teenager Natalie could bring a bottle or leave the kid at home with her dad, the father of the baby. "Let's see your license, boy." Don't need one, sir." Why not, boy." Because boys are exempt." You're a man, don't give no shit, boy." Can't be a man, sir." Why is that, Boy?" You've called me boy four times and if you don't know the difference ... OW!" I said, don't give me no shit, boy." See that man sitting over there? The one with the movie camera and the parabolic microphone? Or ... for that matter, the highway patrolman heading this way?" What's he going to do, boy?" The highway patrolman. He held them both in his hands, squeezing them roughly, devouring her pointy nipples again and again."Randi, what beautiful tits you've got!" he panted. "I've never seen any so lovely as these!" Really?" she whimpered, feeling her pussy melt with juice and throb with need. "God, Daryl, I want you to fuck me!" Here?" he asked, as if echoing his earlier question."No, here," Randi said in a sultry voice, taking one of his hands from her naked tits and pulling it down to her panties.He could feel. “Don’t worry about that now. Put your jeans on.”I dressed quickly and we left the closet, he quickly grabbed the box of clothes I had brought down and moved to bring it into the storage closet.“We’re down here Ma,” Jacob called his voice calm and collected, “Elena needed some help with bringing her winter clothes downstairs,” he looked at me and I knew that we should never bring up what happened between the two of us in the closet.Over the next three years we’d meet in secret in the closet in.