Once again I wanted to tell him to leave me alone. I wanted to gather up my stuff, move down a little further through the alley and try to go back to ...leep, but I couldn’t. His words echoed through my head and my stomach growled, trying to answer his question for me. I had actually stopped thinking about how hungry I was until that very moment. It was then that I realized, I was starving. So without saying a word, I simply nodded my head at him. “Come on then,” he motioned toward me, as he. I was sure he thought dating someone else’s girl all day was an OK thing to do. I figured I had finally got all the facts straight in my mind and to just to clarify the point about her asking him to meet for lunch I asked, ‘So when was the lunch date made?’ He said, ‘Angie called me about nine last evening. She asked if I was free for lunch and could help her out.’ I did some quick thinking about time lines and thought to myself. About nine last evening would be shortly after I told her I was. Standing up, he led me to the bed, and luck for me, it was an adjustable bed, allowing us to get into better positions. Having me lay down with my head at the foot of the bed, he placed both of my feet on the lower side rails, opening me up very wide. I was spreadeagled, and he could see everything. He was staring at my pussy as if he’d found a lost treasure. It made me feel so wanted, so excited. Like a starving man, he leaned downward and drove his tongue into my wet pussy, sucking and. "Mr. Allen, I presume? "Yeah, but you can call me Woody". At this, his companion smiled. I rose as Sheila was getting up to come over to my side of the table. "Please join us". "I need to go pee, Sweetie", Bobbi said. "See you in a sec, Babe". "Shall we sit?" I motioned towards the booth. "Thank you". "This place has the closest thing to real maranara sauce in the area." "Hard to find good maranara. I think it's the zing. Maybe it's the tomatoes they grow in Tuscany or something." "I couldn't.