’ She still hadn’t looked up. ‘If you’re not eighteen, I can only take you to the sheriff or somebody like that.’ Why was I saying this? ‘...f you’re not lying, I’ll help you get out of here.’ ‘I’m not lying.’ You can see my problem. Girl walks up to me and I help her run away based solely on her word she’s old enough that I won’t be charged with kidnapping a minor. She could be lying. She could change her mind, change her story and I could end up on death row. I am a moron. We were ten miles. T. hands go up to the front of her bald pussy. I knew Mrs. T. was getting wet. I could tell by the glow around her. Plus she had to steady herself on her heels."They fit perfect Audrey. I love them. Your a great sales girl. Can I get the matching panties with the bras also. What do you like to wear when you go out?" said Mrs. T. "Mmmm... Well to be honest. I don't usually like to wear a bra or panties when I go out. Just for work. Nothing to special underneath. As long as everything is. The only others there were Sue's next oldest son to Tim, Bob, who had become her longtime and steady lover. And the other guy there was Cindy's oldest child, her son Larry.As was their usual practice, Sue and Cindy fixed all four of them a nice delicious dinner and afterward, they told the two guys to make themselves comfortable and then join them up in the master bedroom.Both of the boys had fucked their mothers before -- in the process of their families becoming much more sexually active,. I could feel her nipple with my left hand under her dress and bra and pushed her back against the wall and rubbed between her legs firmly with my right hand as I kissed her neck. She was getting very aroused and I could tell that she loved the idea of doing this with a younger man. We carried on like this for a while, before sorting ourselves out just in case someone came in.She told me to wait for her in the car park for her after work so she could take me home as she was driving in the car.