Com/user/xxxsweetgirlxxx Wanted to know what I would do if we ever meet.I had been going to the broken down shabby old restaurant for a couple of days...in a row now, it was perfect for what I wanted to do, never any people between four and five except for me and the brown haired waitress that always tried to get may attention when I was there.I had indulged in some causal flirting so far, stringing her along to give me a free beer with my early dinner and it seemed that she had been anticipating. I begin to rub my hands down her back and under her top and I can tell she is getting turned on. She gets up, gets undressed revealing her curves, supple breasts, thick ass and juicy pussy; next thing I know she has her lips wrapped around my cock and I'm more sober than ever. I could tell there that this was going to be great.Without asking she leans over me to the bedside table and retrieves the lube, squeezes some on her fingers and begins to massage below my balls and around my asshole. Thank you for washing. At least I will not have to do it at home hihi laughed Marlene.- You see the clothes are found, Anna added.- I set a quick drying so that you could have ready-made clothes, as I found out that they belong to you, mother said- Thank you very much- But I have to upset you, because when I pulled your pantyhose out of the washing machine, it caught on something and got torn.- Oh no, they were very torn?- Unfortunately, yes, but surely Anna or Claudia will give you some of. Brittany, I know that you live with Dad, of course, but whenever you visit me, Kathy will have to service you as you wish, too. How does that grab you?” I beamed at the idea while eating my sausage, eggs, biscuits, gravy, and grits (hey, this was the Deep South, what did you expect?).“Yes, well, I love your father, don’t get me wrong, but the moment my marriage to him ends, for any reason, whether death or divorce, I’m moving in with you and I dare you to stop me! Mind you, if he’s still alive,.