And with that, I put my open hand, palm down, atop his crotch. He almost yelped with surprise before settling down to a soft “Mmm!” “Can I touch...it?” “This is a public theater,” Vince objected. “Oh, don’t be a fuddy old grandma,” I giggled. “If you don’t moan too loud, nobody but is will ever know.” With that, I slid my fingers inside his waistband. His massive cock was straining to rise above his belt, so my fingertips were barely in through the top of his trousers when I felt the heaven of. Pete and Mrs. Pete ran the diner. I introduced Erline to them as my wife. "We only want a shake and then we will be in later for dinner. Erline wants to compare my salad with yours. She will tell you who makes the best one." God. Roger that puts her on the spot. She almost has to say it is yours." No, I will be truthful. I promise."There were a couple of truckers that I knew and Mrs. Pete announced loudly that I had my wife with me and isn't she pretty. The truckers came over and congratulated. Granny Jones and Granny Palmer were suddenly sexual beings, and it was beautiful. She broke the spell that held them both when she exhaled. “Wow Mummy! Golly! An éclair from the right then a custard cream slice from the left; knockout blows.” The two looked at each other for a brief moment, then the fits of laughter erupted. They hugged and rolled around in each other’s arms, unable to contain themselves, as they whooped and shrieked and shook. After two minutes they each stopped at the same. “Just fax the papers to my attorney. I gave you the number. We’ll have the money deposited in your accounts by the end of the week.”After Melody hung up, she sat there quietly and I could see a tear beginning to form in her eye. I reached down and picked her up in my arms and settled into the big chair. She cuddled up to me and cried quietly for a couple minutes.“He just doesn’t sound good,” she whispered. “Do you think I should go out to see him again?”“Yes.”“Really?”“If I thought my dad was.