It would be so rude to be late when Daniel had been so kind to meet her 2 hours before the comic shop even opened.She checked herself in the mirror. N...ot that she was flirting with Daniel--the young man was 12 years her junior after all--but she did like to look nice and her soft red hair had a way of working its way out of its scrunchy. She tucked back a few errant locks, smiled winsomely at her reflection, then left her car and entered D-Man's Comic Emporium.Wanda had to admit she was starting. " She looked at me as if questioning if itwas a lie, I could tell just from looking at her face. "I would have comeand picked you up," she said. "I know, I'm sorry"...I got onto the bed and started making idle chit chat with her whilecuddling up with her from behind. She seemed to be getting over it,crisis averted! Having not gotten off earlier, I was in the mood to getmine. I slid my hand up to her F cup tits. She was over weight, but atleast a lot of it was in her giant melons! I started to. It was acrid, vulgar and a little like Italian salad dressing. I know I keep bringing up food, but I don’t know how else to describe the smell other than to say it was pungent and I thought that maybe I shouldn’t stick my unwrapped dick down her dirty pussy-hole. It was too late though.I wanted to fuck her in the ass, but she kept gyrating and holding my hips that I could not slip out. Daphne was intent on using my cock to pleasure herself as much as she wanted me to cum. I knew that was the. When she got out I couldn’t help but notice her b*****r, who was wearing rather short shorts, seemed to have a hard-on. And it was rather large from my advantage, large enough I could swear I saw the head of his dick sticking out of one of his shorts legs. Once he got out and went into the store she got back in the car. As she did she tugged on her own shorts like she had a wedgie then plopped down in her seat. I jokingly said to her: “What’s the matter? Your b*****r’s big dick stick your.