I grabbed her by her waist and rubbed my confined cock up against her ass. She gasped a little, but she didn’t stop me.“Nice,” she whispered to ...e. “You’re pretty good at this.”I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. I started to have doubts about what I was doing. Was she going to prank me? Or was she being genuinely kinky? All I knew was that the longer this went on, the harder it was for me to walk.The tour was drawing to a close when she took me by my hand. She led me over to a small secluded. Also read "The Virgin" "Going Parking at The Local Park" "A Runaway Week End at The Benson"and "Am I Normal" part 1. As they are all true stories. The Virgin is how we met! Parking at the local park was what we did a lot when we were first married and was the first time anyone else had ever seen her naked and watched her/ us having sex and that person was a "Black Man"! This is where her interest started for black men and several other things helped influence her fantasy's about such things. " "Oh, I'm sorry," she grieved, wrapping her arms around me from my left side. "What happened? We've thought of you as our future daughter-in-law for over a year now." The left side of my head rested right on her big melons and their bed sheets became wetter right under my slit. Her hands rubbed my arm, hip and butt and she kissed my head a few times too. "We are so sorry, sweetie. We've absolutely cherished you ever since you two started dating." After a minute of enjoying her soft body, I. What the hell is wrong with you kids today?’ Melissa ignored the red-faced old man as he continued his tirade, slipping into her uniform and then helping him set up for the morning rush, refraining from mentioning that she was covering for one of the other waitresses on this, her day off. When the first customers started trickling in at 9:00 they were ready for them, though, so it turned out well. Mike’s was an old, tired place that had definitely seen better days. Unfortunately, those days.