David didn't wait, but moved to slide his ample dick into his mother's cunt, which he did smoothly.“Oh! I thought that you are Wendy. You're definit...ely not Wendy! That feels wonderful! Fuck me please. I'm ready for a vigorous fucking.”David didn't seem put out by Mary's thinking that he was Wendy. He just applied himself to fucking his mother with all the energy of a fit young man.For me, standing in the door, with the rest of the group, this was an enormously erotic sight. I found it really. There were oodles of perfectly good restaurants and snack bars nearby in the central district. She found herself waiting in the cab alone, while the Lone Ranger stalked the waterfront looking for crumbs or whatever. He returned triumphantly. Gosh, she quivered. He was very well built. He slipped into his seat, holding two coffees and a tray of something that smelt divine. ‘No fish in the cab buddy. Sorry.’ ‘Drive with the windows down and I’ll give you the fare plus a twenty.’ ‘Yes sir.’. I quickly discovered that car shopping wasn’t as much fun as the commercials made it appear on TV. We looked at almost every car on the lot and nothing caught my eye. Just as we were about to try another dealership across the street, a large SUV came into the site. I put my arm around James and squeezed as I walked towards the car. The salesman who had been trailing us around the lot smiled and said, ‘You have good taste young lady.’ ‘I pictured you in a little sports car Melanie, is this. I told him that I might very well have written some of those stories and gave him my pen names for the various sites. We talked about Texas and Arizona and how we both loved the High Desert areas of Southern California but hated to go “down below” to the LA basin. He took a sip from a water bottle and then turned to look at me and said “you are one nice………..dude.” To which I responded “Faggot. Rhett, I am not political. You can call me a fag or queer and it is not going to hurt my feelings. I.