She felt like she was frozen to the spot. It was the girl from the club. Standing not two feet away from her. Close up she took her breath away. Flaw...ess skin, her hair a lighter shade of brown. But her eyes, set in that bronze skin were a startling hazel. "I...thank you..." she said softly, taking the book from her, the girl holding the door for her so she could put the book in her bag. "You're welcome," the girl replied, watching her zip her bag up. They looked at one another, both of them. No one was doing anything but watching the porn. Straight sex on one screen and gay off to the side. My eyes adjusted to the lighting. I caught this old man looking at me, this was probably because I was stroking myself. He came over and sat next to me, there was a younger man that I have set next to but he was just looking forward. I let the old me get comfortable then put my hand on his leg. He took this as a sign to run his hand on mine. We sat there for a while stroking each other's. Not wanting to ruin any chance of this ever happening so decided to go with an identity of being a single mother, just my mom. I knew I had to start off slow; these exchanges were simple, mostly about getting to know each other. Both “women” has a son and similar tastes in almost everything. It was funny how that worked. Well I wanted to gain my mother’s trust, and as these exchanges started to become more frequent. I started asking about my mother’s son, it was actually kind of weird to ask. I loved it. each time it did, my penis felt like it was just on the brink of cumming. As soon as I found this position, I started to riding him again, harder, and it felt amazing, I didnt even remember I was on top of a dirty smelly hobo who just raped me again. As I rode and my ass kept rubbing that special spot I was having the best time of my life, I truly never wanted it to end. I got myself into a pattern, I would 7 small, soft, slow pushes down and the 8th one would be a big drop, each.