Thankfully he agreed. Breakfast was a simple affair, a couple of sandwiches, and then off the quiet park for consumption. We discussed my job and his ...ife as we ate and walked, if he noticed that I sat a little close to him on the park bench, ******** didn't seem to mind any. With my stomach full of food, I started to get sleepy, but rather than be rude and interrupt the story I stayed silent and hoped to be able to keep listening. His words fell into a dull background buzz as I tried to react. After getting her something to drink, we sat in the living room and she started her story. “Jack, I’m sorry to come to you but I didn’t know where else to turn. You seem to know people that might be able to help me. I got a package, hand delivered a few days ago. It was from my dad. It wasn’t the US mail or Federal Express but some guy that handed me the package and walked away.“In it was a letter, some keys, cash and a notebook. The letter stated that people were after him but he wasn’t sure. A regular plain Jane if you will. I know she was never going to win a beauty contest, but with her voluptuous body constantly making my dick hard, she was, to me, my personal beauty queen. Even at a mature 44 with extra pounds lining her belly, hips, and ass, she still manages to turn some heads around.The thing that totally blew my fuckin'mind away was that they were fucking right beside my sleeping father. What the hell was that about! Talk about no respect.Kevin's grunts snapped me to the. That was my signal that she wanted to be picked up just like I had done with Pammy. I grasped her firmly under her arm with my left hand, and then reached down to cup her pussy. I rubbed back and forth a few times, getting my center of balance. She lifted her arms up, and I picked her up. She seemed to be more solidly built than Pammy, weighing slightly more. She put her hands on the pipe, gripping it.