Within two minutes she was playing tonsil hockey with a young Spaniard.Her finger rubbed her g-spot, as she remembered how gloriously thick the cock w...s, that belonged to the Spaniard. Uncircumcised, the thick foreskin rolling over the head and then exposing it again as she stroked it to life, getting him ready to fuck. He was five inches long, but he was a meaty boy. So thick that when she wrapped her hand around it, her fingers only just touched. He scooted in awkwardly beside her, unzipped. 'Can I askyour name?''Why?' I smiled at the waitress who arrived to place my fruit onthe table before me. The waitress glanced at me and then staredat the young man at the table before moving away.I glanced up at the young man. He was handsome and rather cutein a boyish way, his hair was cut in the latest fashion and hewas very well dressed. He was also wearing Italian aftershavethat was quite sensual but masculine.He stared at me, an incredulous look on his face. 'You don'tknow who I am, do. I become an ADD poster child when staring wide-eyed, mouth open, at Cynthia's curvy bottom. It's so embarrassing to drool in public. Strangers think I'm having a stroke and paramedics are called... very humiliating, but her ass makes it worthwhile. Even if my insurance premiums are Hell. I only snapped from my reverie when the teen girl instructing us, revealed the very misleading case we were to solve. True enough, there is a Purloined pussy, but it's a fucking feline... and I despise cats.. ” She told me. “Really?” I asked. “Oh yeah, it’s longer than my husband’s, and it is thick!” She answered. She grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. My sexual experience was not huge. She made a few strokes, as my hips started to tremble. “Oh,” she giggled: “You like that? How about this, honey?” She knelt between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling my dick as her fingers rubbed my balls. Before long her head was moving up and down my cock’s length. Soon.