Have a good evening, Mister."She was reaching for the handle of the door when he exclaimed, "Could we meet sometime for some coffee or something?" It ...as torture for him. He had not been with a woman in so long. "Some time? Why not right now? I'm getting the things I need for my dinner. Why don't you join me? You don't have plans do you?" She smiled and tossed her head slightly letting her ginger tresses rustle about her pink cheeks. He almost lost his balance as he stepped backward in slight. Parker’s back gently. He could feel her tears soaking his T-shirt. He knew Mrs. Parker wore nothing under the fluffy robe and that knowledge caused visions of her naked body to flash through the boy’s mind. That caused him considerable discomfort. His body was responding to contact with hers. His cock swelled and grew in his jeans. Finally Mrs. Parker’s sobs halted and she leaned back. She took Bobby’s face in both her hands and planted a kiss gently on his lips. ‘You know I care about you,. As for me, I had little shame. I opened my mouth receptively as the floodgates opened on yet another first as Laura stood, legs parted and pissed all over me, all over G’s parents sofa, all over the nice laminate floor, fucked up to the point where she was happy to exhibit this supreme display of coarseness for all to watch.As if, in her state, it had taken her a bit of time to work out why she was getting piss on herself rather than just me, she presently squatted down in an attempt to stop it. "No."He grimaced."Now, dude, would you kind of leave?"He got into his pickup truck and left, not looking too good.I turned around and went back inside. She was sitting there, clutching her side, moaning, and crying."So, Ice Cream Girl, I guess your name is Mary." Yeah," she said."I hope your last name isn't Christmas."She giggled for a second, and then moaned, and clutched her side more."Mind if I look at that?" I said, closing the door.She shrugged, which I took to mean permission. I took off.