"Come sit, my slut, and we shall see what gustatorial delights he has sent us."Paula blushed suddenly, remembering that she was now wearing no panties... and that her legs were wet with the juices of her excitement. Perhaps she would be allowed...But no, Kevin guided her to the chair next to the waiter. He held it for her as she lowered herself onto the cushion—and as she sat, she felt his fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, holding it, lifting it, and baring her moistly glistening. Besides, how does making him buy me underwear count as a birthday present for him? Think, think! I glanced around the room and came up fruitless again. My eyes returned to the dirty bra hanging from the hamper. “I mean, I know he’s a boob guy,” I muttered. He couldn’t stop staring at them when he was in the booth with me and my mom was no slouch herself. Mine were a cup or two bigger, but she was still busty by anyone’s standard. Could I maybe just flash him? That didn’t seem like enough. Let. When she was done reading it, he read it. It was really a book for fourth graders, but they were both good readers. He had written a note in the card and hoped she would figure it out. This is what he wrote:5When we first met I didn’t know I would like a person just like you to be my friend Paula.What all this meant of course was that there was a secret message that she could read by reading every fifth word, the words in red. He had written a little note for each kid, but only Paula’s was in. "Here, son," she whispered, fishing between our legs. Mom pulled my shorts down ever further, just past my balls. I sank further into the seat, unsure what she had planned. She raised up her hips, grabbed my stiff cock and pushed it down until it stuck out between her legs. She then sat back down, springing my stiffness against the front of her bathing suit, just covered by her top."Now honey," mom began again. "You can make whatever...adjustments you need to. Let's just get past the ride and.