”Scooting closer she leaned over and whispered,” Did you ever take a girl in there and fuck her in front of the mirrors?”George whipped his head...around and just stared at her, not sure he heard her right or if his imagination was playing tricks on him, making him think he heard it because of his day dreaming about his fantasy.Jazzy giggled like an eighteen-year-old and asked, “Well, did you?”“I really have to go, Jazzy. Got to get to the store and get some things for supper,” he said as he. I had no answer and I kept on doing it.My nipples prickled from my son’s attentions and I started feeling his tugs on the rubbery tips down to my pussy. When I managed to free his cock, I was surprised to feel how thick it was in my hand. With only a few strokes it stood out like an iron pipe. It had been so long since I’d had anything like it inside me. My first urge was to mount it and just hump until I came. I didn’t do it because I didn’t want my son to think I was a total crazy slut. Then. Thisparticular car was about 5 6, with dark hair, beautiful eyes, tan skin,full pouting lips, and a smile that could stop traffic. The car waswearing a black skirt, green blouse, dark blue pumps, and gold studearrings. After promptly losing speech control (as well as almostbladder control) I opened the door all the way and invited the car inside. Um, uh, . . .gah, hum, uh okay, so it wasnt Shakespeare…Idont think you could do better. The car, uh goddess, uh womans name. Anyway, they told my folks that there really wasn't much they could do without cooperation from Molly, even though she's a minor." He looked around to see who else might be hearing our conversation before he continued. "They said that, under most circumstances, they could scare the suspect into stopping whatever they were doing wrong. In this case, they were pretty sure that wasn't going to work, but they promised to do what they could."Josh slammed his locker door closed in frustration. "When.