Take his phone number and call him he will come down to play.And she hands me a phone number I’m not very interested in.Soon comes a day when we are...a player short and I call him. Little do I know that’s her own phone number. She picks up and says she’ll send her son over.All goes well and a week later I get a forward from her number.Slowly the frequency of her messages increases and I restrict my self to simple replied. Still nothing dirty in mind.Then on my birthday she sends over a cake and. Everything remained up in the air at that time. At that moment I was ready for bed and sleep, not sex. The motel was one of those things with cracker boxes stacked on top of each other. Little more than a glorified version of a flop house. It didn't matter at all to me. the bed was all I had in mind.The bed was a king sized behemoth, so there was plenty of room for an orgy, if one was so inclined. Too bad I wasn't in the mood. I had the brother's grim on my mind, nothing more. I was pleasantly. She flashed a smile and gave me a wink. I leaned my seat back and sat there in embarrassment as she entered the vending area. She slipped in some coins and something dropped. As she bent over to reach into the slot to grab her item, she gave me a good view of her pink panties riding up in between her plump pussy lips. I immediately felt a trickle between my legs and I bit down on my lower lip almost instinctively. As she stood back up, she picked up her skirt just a bit so that it sat on her. The inner curve of each breast was on display, as the sweater's edges ended about an inch or so inward after covering each nipple. In all, she was amazing, and beautiful, and my mouth went dry as I took in the result, even though I had been the one to tell her to dress this way.She stared at me for a moment, I thought maybe daring me to tell her something else. I could see that she was trying to wrest some modicum of control away from me, but I also had no intention of letting her have that. I.