” I couldn’t tell if he was serious, but knowing Martinez, I assumed he was honest. I promised not to do anything stupid and to keep my personal p...roblems out of things. As he walked away, he shouted, “Call me if you change your mind.”I retrieved Dave, and we headed back toward his place, but he spoke up. “I can’t go home, Bill. I can’t be there. Can you take me to a hotel? I doubt I’ll be able to sleep anyway, but I can’t face seeing her things at home.”“Sure,” I told him. “You’re welcome to. Diane reached out for Eric but he hesitated."What? Aren't you having fun?"Blushing he said."Oh, ok"He stepped forward and awkwardly put his hands on her hips as she slid her arms around his back pulling him into her.Diane's chest pressed into her son as they swayed to the music."You really a pretty good dancer you know. That girl doesn't know she's missing." Mom..." Eric whined."I know, I know. Just let me enjoy the moment. Ok?" Fine, whatever."Her perfume filled his senses as his mom leaned. "Yeah, I'll bet there's lots of stuff you still hate, huh? Remember when I used to tell Mom every time I heard you use a curse word?"Melinda's hands clenched tighter until her arms trembled, but she forced herself not to react further."Remember when I told her how you went up to the abandoned railroad tracks when you were six?"Melinda took a deep breath and let it go as a tense sigh."And then I teased you about being chicken because you really had only made it as far as the rickety old bridge. She was an immigrant from East Africa with a deep shade of ebony skin. She stood taller than the others, an Amazonian futa with a huge cock tenting the front of her shorts. Her beaded braids swayed about her shoulders as she groped her round tits.“Yeah, I like it,” said Caridad Vasquez. The Hispanic futa had a hungry grin on her lips. She was the team captain, a running back with curly, brown hair and a vivacious smile. “You both are cute.”“Charisma's got a mouth made for sucking cocks,” purred.