Annoyed, I opted to not text back. Then my feet led to the living room. Jack had a football game on. "I'm gonna go shopping, while you watch your game..." I let him know. "Okay, I love you," he replied, as he gave me eye contact. "Me too," I told him softly. As it was six in one, and half dozen in the other, the guilt, and pleasure were about equal. How could I pick just one of them. Anyway, she texted me to meet her at the mall. So, I drove over there, and met her in the food court. I spotted. Relax you say , you'll like -it ....... .I relax and let your finger probe my hole .....mmmmm it does feel good but I am too dry ....... you sense my thought and dip a finger into your wet cunt and instantly shove it in my ass ..oh fuck that does feel good ....... the finger does not move , just sits in there , my tight virgin ass ....... fuck I am' liking this but you take it out,, what next ?Your nails dig into my ass , urging me deeper into your mouth exciting me more so I slap you more ,. I am owned by you because I have given myself to you.I trust you completely, so rare, has never happened before. There are small fears of you leaving and I try to push them away. Wanting to enjoy completely the overwhelming desire that's filling me. Something about you allows me the ability to give you permission to be open to show you how you make me feel. To let you experience that which you alone have created. Without even knowing it, this is what you have done by simply being you. Just as. ‘Do you have anyone here with you? Is there someone we can call for you?’ ‘My son. I have to call my son.’ ‘You’re here by yourself?’ The old woman nodded and sunk her face deeper into the chest of the young one. The man, who did have a sense of sympathy for this bereaving woman, wasn’t happy about this new posture. It prevented him from seeing her breasts. He loved breasts, the bigger the better, simply couldn’t get enough of them. ‘Was there no one upstairs who helped you?’ Ah, he had gleaned.