" Well, okay Mr. P, but he's kinda been grounded," Elena says."Grounded?" Ramon swivels at the far curb to face her, both eyebrows raised."Yeah." He n...t make it home in time for curfew last time, or what?" Oh, no sir, he made it home all right." Well, what then?"She lowers her voice conspiratorially. "In my parent's bedroom, you know how the doors to the bathroom and closet are right next to each other?" I'll take your word for it," he answers, looking uncomfortable."He, um, confused one for. I am pretty good at keeping secrets." she informed me.After eighteen years inside, she would be damn good at keeping secrets. "Okay, I just wanted you to know this would be your last chance to speak freely. After this morning just be aware." I said.She got very serious and a hardness came into her eyes as she said, "Maxine, I am always aware."After she made that announcement she returned to having her breakfast with a smile. The smile was for her audience. The group of men who were fascinated. My mom was on her knees, bandeau top pushed down so her tits hung out lewdly, swinging as she moved her head back and forth on the clerk’s cock. I pulled out my cock too, and my mom grabbed it without thinking, alternating between my cock and his. After about 10 minutes of this, she got up onto her slutty heeled shoes, drool dripping from her chin and onto her tits, wobbled over to the counter, gripped the edge, and bent over. The clerk went up first, shoved his cock into her sopping wet pussy,. “I love this place.” Samantha nudged Hadley’s shoulder with her own. “I knew you would. It’s eclectic but still swanky.” “They have takeout, but it’s nice to eat inside here.” The bartender dropped off the club soda and took their orders for a variety of rolls. Samantha was the first to ask some questions. “I am dying. How is the Caitlin situation?” Laughing, Hadley sipped her own water. “Not too bad. We’ve fallen into a good groove but she definitely has a thing for my peanut butter. You.