I took a few sips of my drink, watched them flirt and listened to the football game that was playing on the huge TV hanging on the wall behind the poo... tables. I watched them laugh and my wife blushed again when the waitress came back to the table with their drinks. The stranger handed the young blonde a twenty and told her to keep the change. I wondered if he would have offered her the same tip had he not been hitting on my wife, but quickly forgot about the waitress when his hand went back. Her confidence was eroding quickly. This is crazy, she thought, how many 39-year-old women try to seduce a twenty-year-old boy. Becky looked in the mirror. Yes, she was showing her pregnancy, but she could still get into most of her clothes. Her tits were bigger and her belly was protruding a bit and there was a glow about her, which in reality made her sexier than ever, but she was still concerned. She had put on a white tennis dress ... but daringly left the shorts off, leaving her naked. “Did you cum today?”I shook my head emphatically, “No! And it hurts so bad Mommy! I want to cum!”Mommy only grinned, irritating me further.“The longer you wait the harder you’ll cum later,” she explained calmly. “I don’t want to wait! I need to cum now!” I yelled. I was a big girl, I could decide when I needed to cum and when I couldn’t! I rebelliously raised my skirt and shoved my hand under my panties, moaning at the wet heat I found between my legs. “Missy Bourne! You stop that right now!”. ” He exclaimed and I could only reply with a nod. He then stood up, pulled his own pants and boxers down, then sat down in the chair he was sitting in previously and began stroking his own cock furiously with his cum soaked hand. I watched and was overtaken by the urge to see what it felt like giving a handjob. So without saying anything, I sat on the edge of my bed and ran a hand over his balls. He moaned softly and almost as he could read my mind, he let go of his cock and my hand replaced.