Ten after two. I poured white wine for Agnes, another Jim Beam on the rocks for Mom, and opened a Modela for Hank. He and I aren’t Facebook pals or ...nything, but I know he doesn’t want a glass. Straight from the bottle, just like Daddy.Pilar joined me as I set the picnic table for eight. Hobo would take his usual place of honor beside Daddy at the head of the table. Abandoning his regular Wrigley spot between Pilar and Walker. He gets fed wherever he sits.We began with the salad and garlic. "What!! How? Why do you think..." I stuttered hopelessly, unable toprevent myself from turning several deep shades of red inembarrassment."Ok, we'll skip that one for now," he smiled. "Maybe you can answer itlater, after you say 'yes' to my third question. Can I take you out todinner, as a way to apologize and to catch up as old friends? Remember,there is only one acceptable answer." Ahh... yes?" I sheepishly answered."Great! How about this Saturday, say around seven? I'll pick you up,ok". She then starts that perpetual motion she has ole so many times before. Stroking the base of the shaft, she swoops her mouth and tongue against his cock. The tip grazing against the roof of her mouth or inner cheek. She moans she moves, each head pop making her underwear a drip wetter than before. The warmth of his flesh drifting to the other regions of her body, namely her groin. Ever as always, the bumps of a cock echoes with tingles through her body, prickling the hair on the back of her. .the veins in his enormous cock on the verge of popping, his head purple."C'mon not here", she says "I need a shower at least." Shut up, he replies as he drops her sundress in one fluid motion."You want it, I can smell your cunt getting juicy"He pushes her against the stall wall and begins sucking her neck while his fingers split her lips and feel the gush come out of her hot gash. She moans lightly in his ear as his sucks become nibbles all along her neck and collarbone and tits, while he.