I met Paul on a Saturday in the chatroom on the chatline. He was 42 years old, blond hair and blue eyes. He was prefect! I never got turned on by youn...g guys; I have always had a thing for older men. We started chatting and I told him I was a virgin wanting to have sex. He was really into that. For a week we emailed back and forth we decided to meet. He lived 2 hours away and was willing to come to me and rent a hotel room. We decided to meet in at a coffee shop. It was Good Friday and my mom. When all of her JAG cast guests starting arriving, Zoe was there too and she was dressed in a very snug-fitting pair of hot pants and a sexy see-through cropped top that showed off her large full breasts but also held the promise that they could be easily bared and enjoyed by any guy lucky enough to get his hands on her. Zoe had picked out a top that held her tits rather snugly and made it unnecessary for her to wear a bra underneath it. Whenever she got around to taking the top off, she'd be. Her soft naked body was pressing against his. There was a faint scent of citrus which got stronger as Stan pushed his face into the nape of her neck. His lips touched her skin and he tasted the sourness of her perfume… but also the soap residue from a hurried shower. There were no inconsistencies. He was fucking his favorite weather girl. Oh My Fucking God. Stan shuddered as the sensation of an icy-flaming sword cleaved through his body. It was unacceptable for a devil to use the ultimate. " I'm not so sure about not doing harm. What about the kids who find out their parents are in this club? How much will that harm them?" Do you think that some of your friends know?" Some do, some don't. I won't be the one to tell them, if that's what you're wondering. How did you know I'd be here, anyway?" Oh come on, Steve. That little drive up here on our way home from the play was pretty obvious. I was fairly sure you knew something then. I took a guess that you might pay us a visit tonight..