Sometimes when she was really down, some sort of body/face dysmorphia, I'd set her down in front of a body mirror, take her hands into mine, wrap my a...ms and hers around her, hold her tight with her hands tucked under her chin with mine holding them together and make her say at least five nice things about herself, including that she was beautiful.We were both adults now and it had been quite some time since we'd seen each other. The grin that was almost constant that let you know she was. ”I opened the sunroof and the afternoon sun peered own into her Mustang. I simply smiled. Our relationship changed at that point.I offered to exchange seats, but she told me to keep driving. As we drove along, she reached across the center divider and placed her hand on my thigh. I didn’t say a word.Then, out of the clear blue, Kim asked if I was a nudist.“No,” I replied, “I try to keep things private.”“So, you’ve never been to a nude beach or a nudist camp?” she pressed.“No,” I replied. “Have. The men were shouting something that sounded like "MineSecurityDoNotMove!" but their shouts were overpowered by an explosive roar from the area by the bar.In her peripheral vision, she could see one of the security types propelled backwards, a fine mist of red droplets spraying out behind him. Her primary attention, however, was on the two who had targeted her. The security types hesitated for just a moment, a flicker of the eyes and a twitch like they were going to turn towards the sound of. She also totally held up beneath me and partly widened her thighs. Very soon both of we came in the rhythm and our second session took more time and our bellies and rips beat each other’s and she begged me to do fast and finish, as grandma will wake up and call mom for some black coffee and milk out our goats.We continued our fucking session till morning and I felt my weight became half of previous day and mom’s face was also seen as a newly married bride in her next morning of her first night.