We all chipped in to cover the up front costs. Rhonda's dad came through with a place for the girls to spend their Saturdays sewing in the basement of...the church. It wasn't big enough, so both the Unitarian Church and St. Luke's Catholic Church opened their doors. Both churches were well-known for their social activism and embraced the concepts.The only thing we did at school was done in the lunchroom. The teachers were still avoiding the cafeteria, so we could circulate pretty freely. We. ” Joan laughed, pleased. “Maybe so, but at least, I’m also the fuckingest mother in the world!” Laughing with her, Billy pressed his hand into his mother’s crotch. Her cunt was hot and felt good, even through the crotch of her panties.“You like feeling of that cunt, don’t you, Billy?” she said in a soft voice.“Oh, yes, Mom,” he gurgled, rubbing her pussy.Joan slipped a hand from the steering wheel to his lap. “I hope you have enough hard-on for me.”“I’ll always have a hard-on for you, Mom,” he. One drink later, she was back in my room and I had pulled off her jeans to reveal plain cotton panties and a wet slit. It got much wetter as I tongue fucked her, allowing my slaver to run down to her arse crack. I lightly toyed her bud with my middle finger, just rubbing at first then inserting to the first knuckle. 'That's my bumhole.' She said. Well, duh. Haha.'Fucking right it is,' I told her, sliding my finger all the way in. That was that sorted out. Needless to say she was soon into. He punched the girls ticket, glanced at her, and then back at the ticket with his brows furrowed. He shook his head and moved on, waving off Miless frequent rider card. I know I aint got to punch you, Mr. Pierson, he said. What stop does the young lady get off at? Miles asked. Port Jefferson – end of the line, just like you. Miles smiled at the train conductor. Ill make sure she wakes up and gets off when shes supposed to, he said. Thank you, Mr. Pierson. I do wish there was more New Yorkers.