Every night we danced and made merry, night after night and all night long! After rest we’d feed, drink our fill, and enjoy the nightlife all over a...gain. How I revelled in your continuously sustained effervescence!How you soared, my Sweetheart! No-one could touch you in your beauty, charm, gracefulness and regality, my delightful Honeypot, so faithful and so true. How we loved, how we orgasmed for hours without end, without a care in the world, and if we were out at night somewhere distant from. As I entered the kitchen my mom gave me a tight hug and start yelling "My sweet boy you just turned 18 I can't believe, like yesterday you were a baby in my arms"."Mom please stop it, I am a grown-up stop making me like a k**". I said."You will always be my little baby, Mark".she said and gave me a kiss. Behind me, I heard footsteps and before I turned around, I was in the air, my dad has given me an air-hug as we used to call it since I was a c***d. My dad was a "huge man" he was a 6'5 foot. Put you napkin in your lap and pull your dress up. The words came almost instantly on the screen of my phone. Yes dear. I was in our room now laying on the bed rubbing my cock . The request soon became commands. Touch your pussy through your panties and play with it. The familiar response popped on the screen of the phone, Yes dear. I asked her if there was any guys around that could see her. She text that there was one two tables over that has been glimpsing at her. I asked her if he was. She’d vanished so suddenly that everyone felt a shock and a great loss.She sobbed, “Nothing and everything. I’m OK, but...” Her voice gave way into a gale of tears.She cried into his sweaty t-shirt as he sat on the bench beside her, but thankfully ignored his manly odor. She clung to him like a life preserver in a stormy sea. She wore shorts and a t-shirt, and looked cute as a button – ten or more years younger than her actual age of early forties.After a few minutes, Steph pulled away and.