Two desks sat on either side of the window opposite the entry door. The room was painted an institutional off white. Her lip curled. Small but service...ble, she thought.Sam walked quietly up behind his mother. He loved the way her jean shorts fit tightly across her mature behind. Her legs, with their cute cellulite dimples, filled the pant leg. Her bra straps were visible through the sweat moistened tank top. A strand of greying hair hung loose.He sat the box down, walked closer and wrapped his. The woman was pushing seventy and had owned the cafe that sat on the corner of my block for more years than I could count. Everyone hereabouts knew Lucille and Lucille knew everyone and their business. Lucille was the local oracle and wasn't shy about coming forward with words of wit and wisdom gained through years of living the New York City experience.It had just gone eight and her cafe, styled like a 1950's drive-in diner, was already beginning to fill up with customers. Her waitresses. "I just wanted to give him everything; I wanted to be with him forever and give him all my love," Mac said as her hot tears continued.As Sturgis stood there lightly embracing Mac, he realized that he'd responded physically to her opening up so much to him emotionally. His breathing was coming more rapidly and he could smell the scent of Mac's perfume around him. Then, as he realized that his cock had grown totally hard in his pants and as he stood next to Mac, his hardon was actually pressed. Bonnie was sexually experienced and told me about times in the past when she would join her girlfriends and their boyfriends/husbands for orgies at someone's house. She said that there were several times when she would be straddling a guy who was fucking her while she sucked another guy's cock or she would take a man in her cunt and her ass at the same time. Of course, these tales always got me supercharged and I always jacked-off as she related the details to me.I had sucked a few cocks.