I didn’t feel much like talking, I didn’t know what to say but she kept on chattering about how much she was going to love this, I just listened. ...It took almost an hour to get a reply. She was excited when she said, “N1 would love to do it, tomorrow, give him a time between 6-8 and an address, and he’ll consider it a date.”She was in ecstasy. She immediately called the local casino and reserved a room and a couple of bottles champagne for a 5:30 arrival, telling them we were going to. I get to work and see a few guys looking at the boy toys and asks for my help. I walk over to themand asnwer their questions. One of them asked if this one pocket pussy felt like my pussy. I laughed and told him he will just have to find out some day. Trish from behind the counter, comes up and tells the guys to stop with the gestures on go on with their business.I clock in and see Kelli in the backroom. She's upset about something, I go to her ask if she's alright and tells me not really.. It felt really good! Whatever sadness or guilt she had been feeling moments ago vanished without a trace. Her eyes became wild and she looked away from me and focused on her son that was impaling her with a girth that she had never felt in her life. I watched for a brief moment longer as she grabbed my son's ass and pulled him all the way into her and she let out an audible "Ahhh."I looked down at my daughter who had that "deer in the headlights" look. The tip of my penis had been pressed. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40’s, it retained sharp features from her youth that evoked reminders of just how pretty she had once been.She called me over and crushed the cigarette. "I know you miss Tori. Why don't you come in. We can talk about. I’m sure it will help.”She offered to pour some of her beer into a glass. I declined.She made small.