" I pointed to a closed shop as we drove by her car with the name 'Femme fatale - Dress to Kill : For Real Damsels - an erotic lingerie store I starte... after being divorced 3 years after my first marriage. We headed to the address I gave them, few miles from here. Sylvia, oblivious to my knowledge of her fantastic rear view was taking it all too well after being interrupted on her intimate moment. I could hear them communicating silently and apologized for intruding on their date again,. I wore a pair of shorts over my bathing suit and an open collar shirt.We arrived at the party and were warmly greeted by the hostess and her husband- it was their youngest son who had just graduated from high school. She was in a revealing bikini top and short shorts. There were about 6 young men and women at the party that I could see and 6 or 7 couples I assumed were parents of the young graduates. Most of the couples seemed to know M. I learned that many knew her daughter who had. We go to the second to last car as it only has the 3 people on it the only problem one of them was this homeless guy we stop at Roosevelt Ave station and 2 of the people leave .As the doors clothes Michelle goes over to the homeless guy and kicks him not to hard just enough to wake him up he starts to speak she tells him to shut up and listen she pulls out a 50 dollar bill and tells him if he gets off at the next stop it is his.He reaches for it she tells him not till you get up and leave the. Michele licks it a few times but Polly lifts Michele’s face from her groin pulls her face up to hers. They kiss each other, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Polly opens her legs and Michele slides between them; their stockinged legs feel exquisite as they rub together.“Put it in me Michele! Fuck me!” she moans and reaches down and places Michele’s penis at the entrance to her hot wet vagina.Polly lifts her legs and wraps them around Michele’s flanks, pulling her closer. Polly.