‘I… I… I can’t, my mother….’ Before I could say anything else, she told me that she had talked to my mother and it was okay with her as lo...g as I was home by eleven. Before we know it, we are on I-35. Doris told me to go for it, I put the pedal to the metal. Getting it up to the speed limit of eighty-five miles per hour. There was no traffic to speak of, as we put Dallas behind us. I put the cruise control on, as Doris shifted in her seat to face me. We talked about my watching her over the. I was lucky that everything worked out with my workers and the machine and my car was spared for me to reach Edith about 5 minutes before 4 PM where she answered the door and let me in. She was dressed in loose upper and shorts, her hair was all wet and quite messy. I think she was coming out of shower. I guess, it will be better if I described Edith here. She was thin, delicate frame, young girl; having small breasts but surely she was not flat. If I saw her on the street; I may not turn my. She pushed her tits together and I rubbed my face in between them, kissing and licking and biting them, getting them all slick with my saliva. Still sitting on the fallen tree while she stood in front of me, I pulled my face away from her breasts as she began unbuttoning my jeans. She flashed me a naughty smile as her fingers clasped my zipper and tugged, the cool air suddenly rushing into my heated loins. We kissed passionately as her fingers reached into my silky boxers, caressing my hard. I looked around and the bar was quiet. I felt the zip pass my stocking tops.Dave eased my legs open as he said, “Show Marcus how excited you are.”I don’t know what came over me, but I let him open my legs and was totally exposed to him.Marcus leaned forward, running his fingers up my inner thigh. I was soaked. He ran his finger along my slit then back down my legs. I think I would have cum there and then at the bar, if he’d touched me again. Dave pulled the zip back down on my skirt.Marcus.