‘And a little nervous.’ ‘Don’t be. Everything will work out fine. You’ll see.’ Vicki was more than a little nervous. She hoped to make a g...od impression and was pretty sure she would. But what if she didn’t? They hadn’t seen their son in three years and now he returns with a wife, a foreigner, and an older woman. So many things could go wrong. Her stomach already unsteady gave another flip. So here they were, stepping down from the train. The moment she dreaded was here. They looked around.. " Yeahhhh!" The youth buried his cock up her asshole, fucked it deep into her guts. "Ahhhh!"Pam gasped again, hardly aware of what was happening to her, hardly able to believe what she felt inside her."Tight ass!" the boy moaned, twisting and sliding his cock inside her. "Oh, baby, what a shithole you got!" What are you... what are you doing!" Fucking your asshole, slut, and you know it." The boy slid his hands forward, along Pam's belly, up to her tits. He squeezed and caressed her tits,. Oh lets tease him a little. She parted her legs and watched him react as his hands squeezed her foot more. Then she felt something, different sensation run up her leg and into het pussy and a tingly sensation as he hit certain places on her foot.“Oh my you are really good at that massage, you can keep that up. Oh how about the other one.”He picked up the other foot, taking off the shoe and massaging it. As he lifted this foot up higher that the other one he was able to see up her skirt to. He was recently divorced, forty-two and owned an art store in Santa Fe. He seemed nice enough and I was happy that he didn’t ask too many questions about me. He told me about Santa Fe and the places he had travelled in the States in order to obtain new art pieces for his store. I spoke little of the places I have been, but I had been wandering around for a while by that time. We talked until the bartender told us that it was closing time. “Do you want to come back to mine?” He asked me. I had.