"Hey, my battery's about to die. I was wondering if me and you, just me and you, could go for a picnic tomorrow in the park?" Of course! When?" I aske.... That was a normal place for us so I suspected nothing was going to happen too differently than before."How about 2:00? The perfect time for a saturday picnic!" Alright sounds good! I'll bring some stuff" I told her."Alright, cool. I'll see-" Click! Battery died."Bye.." I said, closing my phone and putting it on the coffee table left of my feet,. How could she? Her lips were fastened to Oprah Winfrey's pussy. Jesse Jackson winked at Joe Biden, who nodded respectfully. Hot damn. Jesse Jackson's pipe-laying prowess was legendary among women of all backgrounds, Black, White and Hispanic. And the old Black man didn't seem to be slowing down yet. He plowed his dick into Hillary Clinton's ass. Joe Biden couldn't believe it. He knew Hillary Clinton was bisexual but he didn't think she'd let any man fuck her ass. Oh, well. This was a night of. It's just not right. It's so wrong, sweetheart."I bit my lip, trying to think through the haze of need engulfing me. "If it's so wrong, why were you coming on my fingers just now? It felt right to me, to be bringing you such pleasure..." I trailed off, awaiting her reaction."We shouldn't have done that," she whimpered. "I shouldn't have let you. It was wrong of me."I regarded her sceptically, watching the rosy tint of her orgasm slowly fading from her chest. "I wanted it, mom. It's not your. Then those naughty fingers traced around the lacy edges of my tiny panties. I felt the hot, sweet smelling breath on the back of my neck and in my curly hair. Then I felt my panties getting soaked as my pussy grew wetter and wetter. The elevator continued to ascend. The hands now pushed down my panties slowly, sliding them over the smooth curves of my butt. I was amazed that no one seemed to notice the situation.All I could focus on was the delicious sensation of being felt up and the growing.