Would seem to be an apt catch-all phrase for myself and my peers at the time. Yet the reality was that we were just older-teens trying to find a balan...e within our 'new-found freedom'; our exploding sense of 'the injustices of the world'; our semi-conscious sense that we could 'shape the values of society'; our fervent dream to use our art and music to free ourselves from the 'over-bearing strictures' of fear of the unknown.As I said, there was Stoney and his tenor-sax, Homer and his banjo and. ’ ‘They have already figured that out. They already dread having to keep me sane when you leave.’ ‘That may not be for a while. How old are you?’ ‘Forty two. And you?’ ‘Thirty three. You are not old enough to be my mother.’ ‘Kiss me.’ That kiss segued to a fuck on the breakfast table. ‘Call me Elena,’ she said as she raced to orgasm. We drove to the town on the coast, fucked in our bed and breakfast room then met Amelia, Laura and her husband, and several others at an Italian restaurant. All. His mask disappeared for a moment, however, and was replaced with the sweet, caring face she adored, as he checked her over to make sure she was okay. “Didn’t hurt your head did you, kitten? You’re alright. Up we get”. He quickly whisked her from the building, making sure to apologize on her behalf to the hosts and bid them farewell. They strode in silence towards the car, her head still spinning both from the alcohol and the fall. Despite the sullen look on his face, he still held her close. And then suddenly Anu chachi’s hand fell down leaving its tight grip on my slowly softening young cock. I don’t know why but I immediately move closed to her and move my softening cok into her ass crack where my cum just touched her pink little ass whole. I moved my cock up and down her ass crack between smooth white flesh of Anu chachi’s butt cheeks until it soften completely and pleasures subsided I felt satisfied for that night and laid back relaxed. I lowered Anu chachi’s gown but didn’t.