At that moment I realized I’d passed by his bedroom hundreds of times but never gone in until now.“Does there have to be a reason?” I said coyly...“No ... it’s just I...”It was fun to watch him stutter and stammer a bit. He always came across so confident and self-assured ... But not now.“I guess I’ve thought about this for a while ... about ... you know ... being with you,” he said.I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair. “For how long?”“The past sixteen years.”I giggled. “Really,. Whatever it was about, he pulled his buddy off of Vicki’s face and said something to him. Their look of disappointment was apparent as they explained that they had to leave. Vicki wrote her number on a napkin, tucked it in her guy’s pocket while she rubbed his conspicuously hard cock. We were a little disappointed as well, but there were plenty of fish available, actually sausage to be more accurate. Soon after, a guy came over and stood between us. This was not just any ordinary guy. He was. I look down on his form again, just to visibly heighten my sexual experience.I am holding his head into my crotch, my hips are rocking to and fro, making small circles as I hump his face, his mouth, his tongue, his every gasp for air, thrilling me more as he draws his breath through my pubes and crotch, To be liked by a boy is the naughtiest thing a grown woman can do, breaking every law in the rule book, but who gives a fuck, I just want to cum, to feel that moment as his tongue hits my sweet. ‘I found this beautiful hat and dress.’ She stood in the doorway between the garage and the shop holding up a dress that looked like it was from the Forty’s and a large brimmed hat that had feathers and the old-fashioned black net. ‘Ooooooo, isn’t that beautiful!’ I said sarcastically. ‘When would you EVER wear a dress like THAT?’ She hesitated a little, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly. ‘I don’t know.’ She paused. ‘I just liked it and thought I might wear it out on day,’ she sighed.