‘Let’s try the Italian cuisine,’ Kim suggested, and mentioned the name of one of the seven restaurants in this fabulous place. ‘But you’re n...ot Italian,’ Sal chided. ‘No, I’m not, Sal, I’m black and a little bit of something else. You are definitely blonde. So I like Italian. Don’t you like southern-fried chicken and some of the other favorites of us black folk?’ ‘Uh, it’s OK but I prefer lobster.’ ‘Yeah, whatever, you two,’ Caitlin interrupted, quite irritated. ‘Let’s eat some food rather than. He came over and talked to me. His name was Tyrell. He was a few years younger than me, but I didn't care. I've been with younger guys before.He bought me a few drinks, and we sat in a booth drinking and flirting. After a while, he started to rub my thigh as we talked I was definitely getting turned on, and I wanted to get closer to him. I suggested we dance.We went to the dance floor and shook our asses for a few songs. After a few minutes, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. He leaned. Susan drew back and gazed into his deep blue eyes. "I love you honey." I love you too Mom" whispered David. She stood up and put her bra back on, "Better get changed before your Dad gets back." Guess so." ''Don't worry; I'll be back later tonight." She said with a twinkle in her eye. Sure enough David heard that familiar knock on his door later that night. Each time they met Susan would let things progress a little further, this time she stripped fully for him, and David marveled at his. With each pass he rubbed further until his thumbs were sliding onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. When they reached the underside of my crown I was gasping for breath. At that point I did't care what he did. Too late I figured out that is exactly what he wanted... After a bit he stopped and while I could tell he was moving around the room I couldn't really discern what he was doing. Suddenly I was aware of him climbing onto the table between my legs. His hands gently worked my calves for a.