While paying Shana, Jason again saw her come out of the bathroom and walk past him giving a sweet smile as she returned to her seat. She dug deep in h...r handbag and placed the money on the table before picking up her slightly larger shoulder bag and walked out of the diner without a raincoat or the umbrella. The rain was still coming hard. A few minutes later; Jason was out too and taking a quick walk all around the rig to inspect it before leaving the parking lot and climbed into the truck. Curious, she swims over, knowing her mother's eyes are shut and can't see her watching, she is all eyes herself. Staring at the long thick black cock disappearing into the pretty white face of her mother. Soft lips sucking, and tongue licking.African hands moulding white breasts, grinning laughing eyes, nervous arousal, uncertainty, excitement, she watches. The wife sucks, gently strokes his balls, caresses his bottom and pulls his cock ever deeper into her mouth.After 10 minutes or so of this,. Sure enough there was no car anywhere to be seen. He poured her a mug of coffee figuring she could warm her hands as well as her insides with a mug instead of a cup."Here try this," he said handing her the mug. "I can add a little brandy to that if you like. It will help warm you up." Please do. Oh, this is really excellent coffee. What kind is it?" It's from the mountain area of Jamaica. It's ridiculously overpriced but well worth it." I didn't know that Jamaica had mountains. The only thing. He was manager of a tiny High Street bank branch that might be closed down any day, should his company decide to merge with one of the larger banks, as had been rumoured ever since the banking crisis surfaced. Amos had never even considered having an affair and hadn’t been on a date with a woman other than Clare for the twenty-two years he’d known her. He wouldn’t know where to begin, or even if he would be able to trust anyone enough to begin this sorry exercise all over again. He had only.