"Matt? Are you here?" she asked."Just arriving. I'm setting down at the edge of the fog. Where are you, can you see anything?" Not more than a couple ...feet in front of me," Jennifer said, reaching out with her arms and taking a few slow steps forward. The fog was faintly illuminated by several nearby light sources, but visibility was near zero. "Where are we?" Parking lot. Bensonville Plaza. Plenty of room to move around, so don't worry about that. Just don't smack into any of the lampposts.". Pete was her ex-husband, whom I had always considered a jerk and a prude.I couldn't keep my eyes off of her nipples. And on top of it, every now and then the top of her shirt would open up just enough for me to see her breast. I had always dreamed of sliding my cock between them and coming all over them. The thought of this had my cock so hard I thought it was going to burst through my pants."I have always loved sucking cock", Janice told me."This is strange", I thought. She came here to talk. I asked him once and he said that he liked to be done with his work early so he could relax and California is three hours behind the east coast.”“That doesn’t make any sense.”“That’s my Jack.”“You know that I’m right here,” I replied.“Yes, Dear.”“Good. So, Anna, what part of Atlanta are you from?”“We grew up in Buckhead but we aren’t like most of the kids from Buckhead. We grew up in the home of a wealthy man that my mom worked for. He owned a lot of different businesses, hotels, restaurants,. Their place was a nice four bedroom brick house and I liked the suburban location in the outskirts of St. Louis. I had my own bedroom, my own bathroom, a newer Volkswagen Jetta, all my freedom...what more could I want? What I really wanted was my freedom, even more than the luxuries I had living at home. I was tired of hearing my parents fighting. I don't think they really liked each other – I doubt they even had a sex life, but I'd rather not think about it.My dad, George, was pushing 60 and.