I'd like that if you won't mind a house guest for a few hours. Wet clothes just suck." My house was only a block and a half away but it was raining so...hard my clothes were as soaked as Tiffany's by the time we ran up my driveway to the side door leading to the garage and laundry room. There were towels in the dryer that I hadn't folded yet. We used them to towel off our faces and arms. I told Tiffany to wait and I'd get her a robe. "Fuck that," she said taking hold of the hem of her shirt and. He felt that playing for Kessinger would help him prepare for his dream of playing Major League baseball. We had become closer and closer. I was still his Angel and he said he loved me. He was my Dombo and I loved him more every day. Da, of course new he wasn’t good enough for me. After all, how was he going to provide for me? You can’t make a living playing games. Doesn’t Da know anything about love? All I needed was my Dombo. Nothing else mattered, well at least to me. Dom and I talked about. "Oh, hi, hon, come on out, Mom and I are just enjoying the sun." So, I step out into the sun as Petra says, "Oh, Steve, we are enjoying your wonderful sunshine so much. How nice to see you again," and she stands up and gives me a hug and a kiss, a kiss smack on the lips, pressing in nicely as my arms surround her with my hands dropping on to her lower back. Danique also stands as she greets me as well. With her, my hands ranged down her back and onto her lovely curved butt cheeks, pulling her. The line to the ride was getting bigger and cramped. People were really packing in.As I mentioned before, I’ve NEVER been a creeper or groper but for whatever reason, that changed when I saw this Latina. I needed to touch her big, round ass; not with just my hand, but my throbbing cock/crotch.With the way the line was so crowded – this was pretty much a perfect opportunity.I moved forwards a bit, inching closer to where she was standing.My heart felt like it was going to jump through my chest.