...Since my son split from his ex-partner, (For this story I will call her Debbie) I have fantasised about her daily, nightly and even when I think I'...m not thinking about her, my brain and cock tell me something completely different!I'd not say she is a petite thing with model looks, she is an average looking BBW in her late 20's and proud of it! She likes to flirt and flaunt it with her low cut tops showing off her ample cleavage and legs in her short skirts or in her tight leggings showing. I started massaging her breast with one hand, while the other tried to pull down the jeans. She, without hesitation, pulled down her jeans and I started playing with her vulva. I told her openly that I am not so fond of straight sex, but lover oral one. To my shock, she told me that she knew it from my wife and was very hungry to eat me out.We went into her bedroom. She requested me to eat her up, sine she loved that. I spread her legs wide apart and started licking her all the way – her vulva. After about an hour of shopping I decided to sit down and grab a cold drink at a local cafe in the shopping centre. I ordered a drink and sat down and watched as people hurried past.Not really paying much attention to things I felt a hand on my shoulder, it shocked me a little as I looked back to see a guy dressed as Santa behind me, obviously he was the local Santa for the shopping centre he would walk around saying hi to people in stores. I looked up at him with his long white beard and jolly. "Oh yessss!" She looked back over her shoulder at me, her long loose hair swinging back and forth, her speech punctuated by each thrust as I started building a tempo. "Fuck! Me! Hard!" Oh fuck, you are so tight, Ashley." I moved my hands from her hips; one to her breasts, cupping one firm mound, playing the nipple between thumb and forefinger; the other to her long hair, grabbing a handful and pulling her head back like reins as I rode her hard."Yes, yes, pull my hair, oh fuck that feels so.