Just as I was smoothing out my skirt for the fifteenth time, I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced at my watch and noticed that Lynn was right on time.... I heard my son go screaming for the door and shortly after heard my husband go running after him. As soon as he opened the door, I heard my son scream and run off in the opposite direction. At the sound of my husbands exasperated yell, I grabbed my bag off the bed and headed down to meet Lynn for the first time. When I got to the bottom of the. What was he like as a young boy?” I asked.“Shy, a bit lost I guess.”“What about you Brandon, do you have a girlfriend.”He laughed. “Thanks, for thinking so, but honestly Brandy, look at me. I’m not exactly god’s gift to women, plus my parents would never let me have someone.”“Oh, there is someone for everyone. I bet you will meet a nice girl one day.”“Right.” he sipped from his beer and smacked his mouth. “Wow that was nice, my parents don't let me drink either.”We spent the rest of the evening. The sky was cloudless and the trees didn’t move in the breezeless air. Parked facing a gate at the end of the lane and shaded by the large trees he looked expectantly in the rear view mirror of his Cabriolet car - looking back down the lane where a row of cottage style houses flanked one side, facing fields on the opposite side. She’d be here in a minute.With the roof down, the soft cream leather of the Cabriolet’s seats became sticky against his bare back; just bathing shorts and flip flops. I reach down and grab her hips, and with one hard and fast movement, I ram half on my cock into to her bowels. At the same time I looked into her mine and told her not to scream. But to moaned like a whore.I pulled back (I found out just how strong I was) and ram it all deep into her and it only stop when my pelvis hit her ass. I yelled to whore “eat her cunt out” I did not know how long I was fucking her ass and did not care. I didn’t care what or how I used her. I just love it. All I.