Maybe it was the confusion, maybe the wine from earlier, or maybe it was the combination of all those strange events that made her relax and kiss me b...ck.She broke from the kiss. "I'm surely mistaken, but does this turn you on, darling?" she asked me after discretely feeling my hard-on through my trousers."I don't know why, but yeah, it does turn me on..." I confessed to her."Who would have guessed..." she smirked at me.The black guy suddenly looked at me. I couldn't help but give him a nod. I. Phir mene jabarjasti cloths pehne aur . Phir wo muje ek bade saloon me le gayi waha khali aurat hi thi muje saram bhi aa rahi thi par wo saloon wali malkin ko pechanti thi to unhone bola ki ye mere cousin he iske haircut karne he please kar do na gents saloon me muje jana aacha nahi llaga is liye isko yaha le aai to hairdresser ne kaha thik he isko yaha betha do aur bol do ladki ko kese bal cut karne he utne me unki friend boli ki pure chote kar do .Phir wo saloon wali ne mere bal cut karna. And since we couldn't really fuck at either of our houses, unless parents happed to be gone for a while, we did a lot of car stuff. Mainly we would park in empty areas of various cemeteries. Seemed to be the best place for some private times. If it was warm outside, we would sometimes venture out of the car, and I could bend her over the hood, fucking her in the bright sunshine. We both got a thrill out of doing it outdoors, and I think the possibility of getting caught added to the excitement.. I’m in Alcoholics Anonymous and chair a couple of meetings a week and sponsor 6 other alcoholics ranging from 30 to 60 years old. One of my sponcee’s is an older black man named Cordell and he reminds me of the guy in the porn theater so I fantasize about him when I’m not fantasizing about my own daughter. My daughter goes to several meetings with me, just to get out of the house and I noticed early on that Cordell was infatuated with her. He would ogle her, check out her butt and he was always.