" Vicky said "I don't mind driving, do you have a bar in mind?" I told her about a bar close to me and where it was. I thought about having her meet m... at my house, but reconsidered. I did not know if I wanted her to know where I lived. We agreed to meet at 8:00. Tuesday came and Vicky was waiting in the parking lot. We walked inside and sat at a table near the door. Vicky was dressed nice, but conservative. A nice pant set. Just a hint of cleavage showing. She had almost no. For some reason, I was sure she was not telling me the truth."Cold?" I asked, pushing one empty can aside and hoisting the second.She sipped. "No," she looked down at her bare chest, "not really." Where do you live?" I asked."On the river," she said, "the Hudson. My father gave us some land and a small home when we were wed."I nodded. "Hungry?" I asked.She smiled and I ordered us some stew and bread. I was wondering how to could convince her that bed rest was what she really needed and then how. I knew Jack was close. He was thrusting faster and I cupped his ass and pulled him along. He knew what I was hungry for, and he gave it to me. The first spurt was a hot rendition of what was to follow when he filled my mouth with a bleachy burst of flavor. I pulled his cock from my mouth to swallow the glob that formed after the second spurt, larger than the first, pooled in the back of my mouth. I loved Jack’s cum. It was delicious going down while he continued spilling his seed out on my. But I needn't worry about trying to stop myself. Raquel was a step ahead of me as usual, and slipping a hand into the pocket of her coat, she produced a condom. I tell you now, I didn't last very long inside her. Who would? Who could? By the time she had rolled that condom onto my cock, grinning with delight at the sight of me, I was so heated I could barely make it through the touch of her hands. I even said so. “I don't think...I doubt I can...” She looked up at me and did the most amazing.