Dean found the appearance of Mistress quite surprising, to say the least. She was sixty two years old, stood nearly six foot tall, wore an outlandish ...blond wig, and was attired in a mini skirt with ankle length boots. Dean who was sitting at a table, watched with amazement as Mistress made her appearance. It seemed as if every person in the food court were aware of her presence. Mistress sat opposite Dean at the table, and directed him to procure a cup of gourmet coffee for her. Dean, somewhat. “See you in the cafeteria,” Pita said. My Hispanic friend smiled and gave a naughty wink. “Have fun with her Wendy.”Wendy gasped and blushed.“That’s not what she wants to talk to me about,” I protested. Wendy only blew me with Pita and Victoria because those two had dragged her into the stall. The practically shoved my cock into the innocent girl’s mouth. We went to the same church. I dressed almost as conservatively. “Right?”“Well...” Wendy’s cheeks flamed scarlet now. “Um ... I just... “She. Please let me in.” Both girls tried holding back tears to no avail. Jordan wiped away hers, “This is happening so fast. My heart is racing, I'm so torn.” “Don't be torn.” Emma leaned in kissing Jordan softly. Jordan reciprocated, dropping Emma's hands, wrapping hers around the girl’s shoulders, pulling her close. Their kiss started out sweet and loving then passion grabbed a foothold within each of them. It quickly built into a lust and arousal with each passing moment. Jordan surprised. Out of uniform, she would have been lost to sight in the sea of sameness surrounding us. The regulation straw-thatch roof for hair. The forehead broad enough to be a roof joist. And nearly centered in that expanse the pair of eyes set about a penny apart. She gave us a greedy look while she took our orders, flashing back and forth between me and Mom.Mom chirped like a bird as the waitress walked away. As the waitress sashayed away."What's so funny" I asked.There was a twinkle in her eye. "You.