They couldn't have planned this out. It would take too much work to make it look this accidental. In the food court where I bought us a basket of frie...s and cokes, it was even worse. Kids came up to our table and started talking to either Jennifer or Courtney and then they'd turn and introduce "their boyfriend" to whoever was there. They were having so much fun that I couldn't help but join in and even flirt a little with the girls they were introducing me to."Brian, this is Rebecca," Courtney. The older lady was actually on the shy side in such matters. Her name was Heather. She didn’t look like a “Heather”. She looked more like an “Edith” or a “Hyacinth” and should have been wearing dreadful all white granny knickers and not a pair of naughty French things that made most males form a terrible erection needing prompt attention without delay.It was the librarian with her contacts on the outside that filled Marcie in on the fact that it was her boss, Mister Honeywell that had caused. ..” I was nodding vigorously “I am mommy, I wanna be you little slut. I wanna be a little sexy slutty girl. I wanna suck cock and swallow more cum and maybe let guys fuck my little ass. I also wanna fuck little boys and girls though too. What do I do?” She smiled and started stroking my balls. It felt sooo good. “You do both baby. You can be a little slut for me and eventually you will have you own little sluts. Ok?” I nodded emphatically with a big goofy smile on my face. “alright. I'd made the trip out to the truck once before, and twice after my purchase."Where the Hell have you been for the last hour? Why is your ass never where you say it's going to be?" I'd had time to get thoroughly pissed. Same old arguement. Same song, different verse. "Why do I even ask, when I know you'll lie to me?" I saw the fabric section as I passed. I found a color combination that might work when we repaint the kitchen. Then I went looking to match paint samples. I lost track of the time,.