Carol, feeling naughty, threw back her shoulders, giving them a free look at her tits. We went in and luckily got a table on the sidewalk patio. We ...rdered, eggs benedict for John, a mushroom omlet for Carol and a cheese omlet for me and champagne for all. It was a beautiful day. The sun was warm and there was a gentle breeze.The sidewalks were full of young, beautiful people out for a stroll and some window shopping. Several young men did a double take when they saw Carol and her nearly. Instead I asked "You look troubled, is everything ok?"At that moment, I saw a small tear in her eye and she began to bite her bottom lip. "I'm fine, I'm just stressed. My dad is like a dictator and he won't let me do anything, EVER. I'm 17 and there is no make-up (not that she needs it), no boyfriends, dates, or anything. I'm really getting sick of it" she said.Trying to lighten the moment up, I playfully chanted "Savannah's got a boyfriend, Savannah's got a boyfriend". She didn't take. The exaggerated mushroom tip now sat perfectly inside Wendy's pussy, she looked at how the dildo flared in the middle wanting to take it all right away. Wendy paused and now took the envelope, opening the flap to reveal a short note and a bus ticket. The note read: While your husband is away, why don't you come and play with some real black cock. Here's a bus ticket, the party is at the hotel across from the stop on the main street. There is a room booked under the name of Wendy B Reed, you can. Each managed to mumble a stuttered hello. Amanda stood wiped her hand, and offered it. Mom came closer and took the hand. She said, "I see that you're having a party on this beautiful Friday night." Then, she laughed. "I seem to have worn the wrong outfit. Maybe I should go change." That broke the ice when people giggled.By then, I had struggled out of the tub, dried myself, and moved quickly to hug her. She looked like her old self and she felt wonderful as I hugged her. She put her arms.