"Excuse me, are you Sara Blum?"I looked up to see a mousy brownish haired blonde in her mid-forties standing in front of me. Her stylish hair and clot...ing spoke of money and class, skirt and jacket by Chloe, shoes and purse by Versace. However, her mannerisms and body language told me she was uncomfortable in her surroundings, reclusive and very much a shy housewife type. An English rose supplanted in an American metropolis made of concrete and steel. She looked and acted very nervous, almost. Sarah frowned and said something else to Molly. She was probably telling her not to encourage me.I decided I'd stand there and annoy Sarah for a little while longer. Just until October or so.Sarah pretended not to notice me there, and went back to her magazine.Molly rolled over onto her back.Without re-fastening her bikini top.It was all Molly, all the time. The lovely red thatch was covered, but at least those two gorgeous, round, soft, freckled titties were in full display. Oh, she had really. It was pretty fun.” I explained, clearing dissecting every detail. “How was Amanda?” Mom asked. “Did she say or do anything weird?”“No, Lizzy was right.” I responded.“What was I right about?” Elizabeth mused. I was willing to bet she already knew.“You know, how you said Amanda’s not really crazy. She was acting crazy for Aunt Sally the whole time.” I went into detail about how and why Amanda had broken up her parents, quit school, and got them evicted. “Wow, that’s actually pretty sweet!” Mom. “Do it, Baby! Cum! Cum! Cum!” she chanted urgently.I groaned and shuddered, trying to draw out this moment, but she was too good and I was too close. I thrust into her hard and came, shouting in triumph and rapture. Once again, I found myself in her arms, both of us naked and sweating and sated. I kissed her hard and she kissed me back with just as much intensity before we separated.She sucked my cock clean and disposed of the condom before I told her that we should have lunch. We reluctantly.