Joanne passed him, grabbed hold of him andpulled him into a big hug. John sobbed and shook, not certain of thethe reasons for Blaine's stubbornness. "...h, momma," he cried. "Oh,momma, I don't know what to do." Shh, Shh, baby," Joanne whispered. "It'll be ok. Just come backinside." Is everything ok?" Oscar asked as he came closer to the group. "MsBebe, are you ok?" She's fine, Oscar," Blaine said, dismissively. "It's a family issue.Just wait in the car." Blaine!" Joanne yelled at her son's. She was wearing a pink pair of shorts and I was able to see her thong sticking out. When she got up I grabbed her from behind and gave her a big hug. “Good morning gorgeous. You look amazing today mom. You always look pretty but there’s something different about you today. You look…sexy.” She said, “What? Really? You’re just saying that. I’m old and you just want to make me feel good.” I responded by saying, “Seriously, you look wonderful. I hope to be able to meet a woman as beautiful as you. "No," she shook her head a waved her hand to an empty bar stool next to her, "I'm here alone. Actually, looking for some to... you know?" She laughed confidently and I felt my nipples harden at the sound. I knew all too well what she meant."That's good! I trying to find some too. That's why I wonder if you could do me a favour?" I then sat down next to her, crossing my legs to show them off to her. I knew the effect on men, I wondered if this women would feel the same.It didn't take much. She raised herself above him, and then reaching backwith her hand and aligned the mass of his head againstthe swollen lips of her passage. She moved down againsthim teasing herself as his shaft passed over her nub. Again and again, she rocked her hips against theunbearable smoothness of his hardness, her breathescaping in small puffs of erotic music, as sheblatantly mashed her bud against him. Tom pushed hardagainst her, “making her gasp loudly” and initiated aseries of hard short.