Why would someone need more contactsthan CALL ME, and ANSWER NOW? She couldn't imagine why.Prissy was having an important conversation with Jerry. It ...was nice thatthey had gotten to meet him and that he had given them these sexydresses. Prissy was telling him, "OMG, I need to be licking cum off mymummies boobies." It was nice that he was learning his truth. Everybodyneeds to have their truth, and Prissy was good at seeing it in people.She didn't get why you'd want to lick cum off of a woman's. She was undecided about her panties.She no longer denied she enjoyed flirting, getting hit on and exposing herself, so her psychotic anger when talking about revealing clothes and flashing was mercifully gone. We could both relax. She was, literally, out of her closet.I asked if she'd chosen to wear panties tonight and, smirking, I pointed to the crowd directly below us. A few of the elders clustered together with their drinks, but kept looking up at her through the clear glass floor and thru. “Well now, aren't you miss high and mighty,” he laughed. “but I wasn't hitting on you. Just being polite.” She turned and stared at him. He was sprawled across the plastic seat next to her, a rakish grin fixed on his face. Her brain screamed he was trouble, but his incorrigible behaviour made her smile. “Henry,” he said, offering her his hand. “Julie,” she replied. He shook her hand, then leaned in to kiss it before she could pull away. He threw her that dashing smile again and she had to. Tiny streams of tears ran down my cheeks. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. Mr. Patterson then carried on pushing his cock into me. It hurt, but at the same time felt quite pleasurable. Then, he slowly extracted his cock, and slowly put in back it and let it sit there. I could feel his cock increase inside me, I could also feel my vagina juices trickling down my leg. I gazed into his beautiful eyes and whispered, "Fuck me, Mr. Patterson," He smirked at me and began to gently thrust.