She shrugged and we all walked down towards the Macy's. At malls,especially ours, there weren't many choices outside the mainstream, andI wasn't sure...what I wanted anyways. I'd always bought my clothes onthe cheap at Target or factory outlets. Once inside the departmentstore, I nervously led us to the boy's department. There weren't manyshoppers, which was definitely a good thing. We got just a few funnylooks. Granted, I must have made a vision of intense strangeness: atiny, black haired. My comment about my personal life only meant that I married young, had a kid, and had a divorce in my past. My marriage left me with huge credit card bills and a son who was, at the time, three years old. She surrendered custody to me when we divorced.The ‘you guys’ referred to my sixteen year old son, Cal and me. She always adopted the wise older woman role when she wanted to object to something with me. It was totally lost on her that she was only sixteen years older that I was.My granddad. “So, not much adventure,” I probed.“No, we would never have sex on the sofa, for instance,” she said, enjoying her new-found freedom of expression. “Never got naked outside the bedroom.”I reached around and unzipped her dress and wrestled it down to her waist. She had large breasts, but didn’t display them, so I had never really thought about them. Now, though, I was on the way to fucking this woman and the next stop was her tits. I undid her bra, tossed it aside and felt her pale, shapely. I grab I and start rubbing it up and down. His dick feels smaller than mine but it is as hard as a rock. Harry continues talking to Jack, about Harry Potter, who is oblivious to what Harry and I are doing. Harry then grabs my dick and starts to rub up and down. We continue to do this for about ten minutes until Harry suddenly stopped and turned away. He left me hanging. We have never talked of this experience since but I have been wanting to do it again. Back to the present...We start talking.