My other hand slips underneath the table resting lightly on her thigh. She sees the young husband still staring at her as he talked with his wife. " I...think I want you to stop touching me," she whispers hoarsely to me, she feels her legs spread slightly the fire starting to smolder in her pussy." I don't think you really want me stop now, do you?" I question. My hand slips underneath the front of her skirt, gently rubbing across her thong covered pussy, my other hand caressing and squeezing her. I guessed his orgasm wasn't going to be restrained much longer and I was right in my prediction as he uttered over and over" Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" and filled my mouth with more hot cum than I'd ever encountered before! His cock kept spasming over and over and spurting cum with each spasm. After all this semen dumped in my mouth I probably wasn't going to want much dinner. I was concerned that Mitch might fall over as he shakily withdrew his exhausted cock and I swallowed the last of his. I smile, they all want to fuck, I suggest we rent a room and have an orgy, but some chicken-out, they're married and they just want a bit of harmless fun, so we just laugh-off the suggestion and continue grinding down and trying to sneak a secretive orgasm.It's cold outside and the snow is starting to fall, thank God we brought out overcoats, more to hide our indecency than protect our temperatures, which for some of us is high.I am supporting Monica, she is so drunk, and at 19, newly married,. I am _probably_ safe now, but that extra bit of danger almost about pushes me over the edge right there. My whole body tingles on the precipice, blind, tied, given away to a stranger, unprotected, and turned on beyond belief.‘Oh, yeah, I told him he could have you full time if he knocked you up!’‘BbbBastard!… OOh JESUS FUCK!’ That does it. I wail as I stiffen and cum hard.My whole body shakes, squeezing him inside as the orgasm crashes through me. He pounds into me through it all, hands pulling.