“Your transformation means you are no longer the daughter of a village elder and if you will have me, I’d like to go with you.”A large smile bro...ke across Kinsley’s face and she threw her arms around Quinton causing her towel to fall. “Of course, I’ll have you. You don’t mind that I was the village whore or I was fucked all night by Vlec?”“None of that bothers me. Vlec is an old family friend and I think I’m in love with you.”“Oh, you’re not sure?” she asked, slyly.Quinton kissed her deeply,. We had been a small class - 42 in all and time had taken it's toll but there looked to be 30 to 40 people there - old grads and some spouses. I made the rounds. re-newing acquaintances, swapping life stories, getting up-to-date. After an hour or so a rented dee-jay started spinning records for dancing. Old stuff from the 50s and some newer stuff too. Inevitably I started dancing with Amaka - I don't believe we had ever danced during our school days and was pleased at how good she felt in my. She squinted my way then looked like she did a double take upon seeing her son-in-law standing there with his boxers around his knees while jerking his cock while watching her fuck herself with her vibrator. You could see the expression of horror on her face at being caught in the act as she screamed ‘Holy Shit’ as she tried to cover her modesty. I was still rooted to the spot with no idea on what to do or say. Then my feet got some will power of their own as I pulled my boxers up and I was. ”“The taste is your cum Les. Now do you want to quit coming on Wednesdays and interrupting me or not. I really want the afternoons to myself.”He paused and reached for a back scratchpad that was always sitting in the magazine rack at the end of the couch. He said. “If the scratchpad is in the screen door I won’t interrupt you on Wednesdays. If it is not! Then I will figure that I will be welcome. Fair enough?”I thought for a moment and said. “Good enough Les! By the way were you still a.