“Well, you be good and keep fondling me,” she said as her pussy pressed against mine. “I just don’t want to do anything when he’s not here, ...that’s all,” I tried to explain to her. “You know Kait, we don’t need him to have a good time…,” she leaned over and kissed me, her tongue slowly entering my mouth. Almost instinctively, I returned the kiss. She was an incredible kisser. She gently sucked on my lower lip as she stroked my hair as I put my arms around her. I felt her breasts press against. I grew even braver and began to thrust my hips forward, gently dry humping her ass – my thin gym shorts and her thin dress were a perfect match; the sensation made my cock drip -- there were so little fabric between us and the way my cock fit between her big ass cheeks, it was almost like penetration.My heart was racing – and the adrenaline rush was amazing. Here I was, a teenage white boy, with my cock buried between this married, Arabic mothers’ fat ass cheeks!The train began to move – which. ” The arm that’s cinched around my upper legs pushes against the swells of my buttocks and his cheek nudges against the side of my butt, like he’s a cat wiping his scent on me.“Oh. Uhm. ‘kay,” I mumble. Stupidly, my cheeks fill with heat. Even if it was more implicit than anything, it’s always nice to have one’s butt appreciated – take note, ladies and fellas.But also, that might be the low-key nicest thing anyone has said to me in… years.Man, today must be National Sad Realization Day or. The first few Dybbuks he'd attempted to use for that purpose had producedless than ideal results. One had apparently disappeared entirely whilestill being readily detectible by demonic sensors and such, while anotherhad done everything but - it wasn't there, according to any ordinarymethod of detection besides plain sight, and now it merely floated aroundfrom room to room in Joel's house like some kind of lazy cat in neoncloud form. It had wasted another day just trying to figure out some.