“What?” I said as I floored the accelerator. When she was able to stop laughing enough to speak, she revealed that the truck driver was a female ...and quite butch looking. We tried it again with better results. Except that the driver momentarily lost control and drifted slightly toward us. We drove around the city proper and the suburbs for about two hours before returning to my hotel. With a 50 bill, Abby asked the valet to see that the picnic supplies got returned to the kitchen and the. I never noticed the amazing shade of blue her eyes were until that moment. "Not really," I said. "Good boy," she said smiling."Sex is wonderful." It was a strange declaration to hear coming from your grandmother, but Gramma Grace was not like any other older person I've ever met. Most of the others are unhappy crabs who seem more dead than alive. Gramma Grace was not above giving me a friendly pinch on the ass as she has done in the past. I never read much into it other than being slightly. I then started to scan the hot fleshy buxom Mulgoba. Aunty was around 5 feet tall with her head just close to my chest, nice long dark hairs neatly knotted with a jasmine hanging from it. She was wearing a yellow saree, with her boobs bulging out of her saree hides.She was plump like a nice juicy big Mulgoba mango, with huge pairs of tits and ass which might be around 36 or 38. Her slightly-exposed hip was sexy, looked soft with a belt of fat and she was like a soft cushiony doll. Her body tone. I spent a lunch break looking into hotels.Monday arrived and we texted the time to meet. I was assuming he meant the park closer to my side of town and laughed when it was closer to work. At first, I was upset that he wasted the morning making me go to the wrong place, but later it ended up not mattering.Allen had the same black sedan, and he was in the back seat waiting. It was déjà vu, and I knew I’d be there five minutes at best. But he had a willing cock, and let me suck on it as long as I.