One was full of flowers and flowing feminine script. It repeated a trite poem about setting love free and it would come back to you. Another was a f...ull length poster of Fabio, the romance novel cover model and teen heartthrob. The requisite Barbie doll rested on a bookcase shelf watching over all with her empty and pleasing smile. A Minnie Mouse clock clicked away the minutes and hours on the wall."You'll be very happy here, Kelly." Mr. Mason's -- Daddy's-- hand was on his bare ass and he. All I could make out was a hand on a cock, it looked so hot. I cautiously put my finger through my own hole. My finger was barely through when the head of a cock pushed over my knuckle.It was about six inches, thick, cut, with a perfectly bell-shaped head. I stroked it, it felt heavy in my hand. It may not have been the old man from before, but this what I had come here for. I wet my lips, licked the head and took him in my mouth. The cock felt so good in me, I savored every inch as it slid. "I then started to walk with my wrist bent on both arms with my purse overone arm so my hands were in a much exaggerated limp 90 degree angle. Itook mincing smaller steps and made sure each foot went in front of theother so my ass was wiggling like crazy as I went block after block tothe beach. We passed dozens of people who smiled when they saw me, andthen as we got closer to the beach we passed 2 women going the other wayand one of them started giggling when she saw me walking towards. Maybe we'll talk later?" Count on it."I didn't really expect to continue my conversation with Carole. I've never been what you'd call a "chick magnet," and now that I'm north of 40... well just say that I have more of an opportunity to look at beautiful young girls than I do to talk to them. But in about 15 minutes, Carole was back. She said, "I'm on my break now. Want to sit down at one of the tables in the back?"Of course I did. When we sat down, me with my beer and Carole with a Coke, she.