" "...That I wouldn't show up?" I asked. "Or that I'm a guy?" She laughed. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why ...she put so much work into her body. I sat down next to her. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting inside. Other than that, it was empty. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to. ." She screamed out. She then let out a stream of cum that shot straight into his mouth and he happliy swallowed it all. He kissed her cunt some more, and now he wanted his dick inside of it.....badly. "It's my turn now babe." He said to her. She stood up, turned around and bent over the couch sticking her beautiful ass out, her pussy was dripping cum and she wanted more cum to drip out. He took his cock and placed the head on the edge of her cunt lips, she felt him right there and she wanted. Mama had a big bag she kept stuff for me inand when she started spreading the cream and powders around I startedfeeling nice again.Mama handed me a picture to look at while she worked. It was a picture ofa girl with short hair a pink bow in it and wearing a pink dress that hada tight pink top that was sparkly. Mama started to put me in a diaper but I was afraid someone would seethem with this dress and told her it was a big girl dress and theaccident was only because I was scared. And she. ’ Again his smile went missing. He drove toward center city. His car was surprisingly quiet. With all that was going on and what was coming up, how is it that I managed to focus on a detail about his car? The lack of noise wasn’t intrusive. If it had been raining I would have noticed the wipers. He parked behind the Art Museum. It was still light out and small groups congregate there most summer nights. Still, it was quiet enough for us to talk. ‘We’ve been together around – we’ve known each.