As we sat and ate the quality of the food was second only to the overwhelming warmth the family served us. When we got back in my car Sheila said that... they were the closest thing to family she had. I asked if she wanted to come home with me or wanted to go back to her place. She chose to come home with me, and we talked about the design some and she described the routine she was working on for the display.When we got to my place she asked if I would like to see what she had in mind so far. I. I had made sure before I left the hotel room. It was the oldest shirt I had and had worn thin over the years. My nipples got hard every time I put it on because it was so tight. I liked the way it looked on me. “Man, this tastes awful. Do you get used to it?” He hadn’t opened his beer yet. “The more you drink, the better it tastes,” he said. Even though that was a concept I didn’t yet grasp, I took a breath, then took another swig. Maybe the feeling it. We take in the scenery and the many folks milling about and make our own observations about them often giggling about it among ourselves. As we stroll back to the car hand in hand I casually give you a smack on the butt. You look over at me with a sly grin and we lock in embrace as our lips touch… out in the open… no cares about who sees us. You feel just how excited you get me by the growing bulge against your leg. With a final peck and a quick grab of your ass we head back to the parkway to. She rode me for a good half hour. All of the sudden she let up for a second so I decided to take control by flipping her over. Now I was on top, in control, and I rubbed my cock around the lips of her pussy and her clit which drove her crazy. She said with a smile " You better fuck my pussy now or Im going home." I told her she was a naughty teacher and then I shoved my hard cock into her tight pussy and began to fuck her hard. I loved the look on her face, it was as if she was taken by.