Kara’s mom answered the phone and greeted me warmly once I identified myself.“We’d like you to come to dinner tonight. Are you able to do that?�...�“Yes, Ma’am. What time?”“Dinner is at 6:00pm. Please come at 5:30pm.”“Thank you, Mrs. Blanchard, from the bottom of my heart.”“Don’t thank me yet. Just be on your absolute best behavior. I know you can do it.”“I can and I will. I’ll be there at 5:30pm.”We hung up. I had exactly zero information, but I had a good feeling from Mrs. Blanchard’s tone. She. Great, she thought, two items that were of no use to her. But they could be used for something else. She didn’t even know why she walked down the alleyway. There were plenty of other routes to go. She could have just walked in the opposite direction when she left the old barn and went back home. Why did she walk towards this part of town? It was like her mind was no longer functioning properly. It was like her body was being controlled by something else. She couldn’t figure it out, but she had. By the time she took my penis and kissed it. I removed her panty too. We are totally nude now. We saw each other for a while and hugged tightly. Then I licked her pussy. It was little hairy I licked it vigorously and kept my fingers inside it and some juices flowed out, and she asked to drink it so did i.Then she took my dick in her hand and started moving which was very hard. After sometime she took into her mouth after sometime I felt sometime came out she cleaned everything. Again we kissed. As if that is not enough, she complains that I am not being randy enough! And boy, did she blow her top when our daughter let it slip that we were using protection. And now, she is mad that... I guess it all began when I sold my Jag for a 1987 model Harley-Davidson, complete with the leather gear and helmets and stuff. Then again, nothing would have happened if I had not decided to pick up Lisa, our daughter, when she decided to move back in with us. To tell you the truth, one way or the other,.