"Be prompt," Donna said. "Yes, ma'am," I replied. "I'll do that."She hung up without saying goodbye. I slammed the phone down and called her every cur...e word I could think of. I checked my watch after I calmed down. I wanted-no, I needed to finish masturbating, but I didn't have very much time to get to where I was going so I bookmarked Nasty Napster and disconnected from the Internet.Not only did the address seem different, the drive to Cheryl's house seemed different too. This neighborhood. Fortunately, I saw a girl from the Philippines was online. Let me give short information about how I started to chat with her.One day I sent a random request in Facebook and few texts to some hot girls. On a fine day, I got a text from her. Her name is Jihan. Within no time she started sexting with me. We used to do video calls and masturbate by watching each other. So coming back to the story. We were having a good live sex chat. I was on a high as she was moaning and fingering herself. I was. What you dont know is that i have been in the bar for half an hour. i have been waiting for you, to see how stunning you look and to perv on you from afar.As soon as you walk in i realise i wont be alone in doing that. within five minutes a man has approached you confidently, asking if you would like some company, you expected it to be me who put a hand on your lower back and your pussy tingled but when you turn you see its not, its a slightly rugged man of about 40. not bad looking, the type. Since the rain didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.I smoked a cigarette and though my wife doesn't smoke, she took a few drags just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the beggars peek from under his blanket. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his raggedly blanket appeared super comfortable and cosy. But I don't.