I asked him if he’d won or lost and he shuffled a bit saying rather mournfully that his team had lost by some margin. This brief interaction was an ...icebreaker though and we were soon chatting comfortably. Although he looked older than nineteen due to his chiselled features he was in fact still a student. He also revealed that he was currently free and single and was actually checking his ‘phone for updates on a dating website just before I approached him. I glanced around to see if anyone was. I didn't know where or how it would end. What was I thinking? I wasn’t. I just went heart forward.Familiar with the restaurant from driving past, I’d never eaten there. Its outside decor proclaimed it too upscale for our family budget. Going in was entering unfamiliar terrain, economic, social and moral.I was scared but fear was part of the enticement. Scanning the parking lot from across the street, I wondered if he even came, with a false hope he didn’t. There it was, his black Porsche,. Yes it is a great way to look around and it's just a pity it's not all flat or down-hill." Mom sort of laughed as she said this.Joe grinned at her and I could see him checking her out. He must have found it a bit unusual to see such an age difference between us, I was 15 going on 19 and Mom was 32 going on 25, but he was too polite to comment and contented himself with saying: "You should be pleased to get this ride then. This hill is almost 15 miles and climbs I don't know how many feet. I'll. She was still a virgin at this point but for whatever reason desided this was the guy, dispite the fact this was really the first time they’d gotten all hot and heavy.So the guy stops, gets his pipe out and gets stoned. Now my ex-wife is not into smoking weed what so ever, so she’s just sitting there waiting on this idiot.So he finishes and it’s time to pop her cherry. They start making out again and he tastes like a pipe, she’s not into it, he starts massaging his big dark skin cocked against.