I was in faded blue jeans, a maroon heavy long sleeve pull over shirt with my ball cap. When I walked through the door she was sitting in the chair di...ectly across from the door. Long curly brown hair, brown eyes, she was 5'5" tall and weighed maybe 110, pale skin. I stopped and stared. To this day I don't know how with me being shy. I walked right over to her holding a beer in one hand and cooler in the other and started talking to her. I introduced myself and she told me her name. I asked. Fletcher, she wouldn’t hate you, you’re her mother,” I consoled, reaching up and pulling her down on top of me. She eyed me narrowly for a second, before reaching out and twisting my nipple hard. “Ow! What was that for?” I yelped, slapping her hand away. “Don’t play innocent with me little boy,” she said with a wolfish grin. For a second there was a lead weight in my stomach, did she know about Vikki and I? Is that what that suspicious look was for? She sat up straight again, sinking. Squelching sounds and slapping of thighs against asscheeks.She keeps sliding down lower into the splits, now completely like a frog, her pussy flush with the floor. I reposition myself, putting my legs straight out behind me, laying completely facedown prone on top of her, all my weight down. She seems flexible but I'm sure this would hurt. My arms around either side of her, hugging her tight, my face buried into her hair and back of her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. I hump just my. She directed me to the forest preserve and we walked over and sat down on top of a table.We continued to talk a bit about school and what she wanted to do.Every time there was a slight lull in the conversation I would catch her looking over at me with a sort of, “Any else you want” look about her.I also couldn’t get that first message out of my head either.It was pretty obvious she was real and not a cop. So was she really serious about her proposition?I felt a slight knot in my stomach. She.