She moaned far too loudly. Gordon, damn the waiter watching, didn’t slow down at all. He was fucking her with his hand with all his might. Kelly cam... again. She sprayed again, even harder than the last one. Her cum was dripping from the booth seat. She had a puddle form under her butt. Several sprinkles landed on top of the table.Kelly noticed the waiter was still staring, his mouth literally hanging open. He was mindlessly adjusting his cock through his slacks. Gordon had stopped his motions. I had to stop watching her do that as my cock was getting hard again. I pulled up my pants and got moving. It was getting late.As we were driving I could still smell the odor of sex still coming from Brandi. We got to her house just before 11 and she went in. However, after she went in, I watched her take off her shirt, which was surprising as her bra and panties were in her purse, so she was walking with no bra on. Also, as she was walking through her kitchen, I saw her sniff her shirt and. There were a few sun-loungers in the corner, so I was about to get one when I heard through the window what sounded like my brother’s voice from outside. I went over and looked out, and sure enough there he was, lying on the grass with Sally: she in her bikini, him in his swim shorts. I smiled; he was kissing her on the mouth, and she seemed to be reciprocating eagerly. Good old Matt, he hadn’t wasted any time there.I was just about to open the window and shout something rude at them when. To date we had met a number of times and she had reconstructed my resume and given me her ‘pearls of wisdom’ regarding interview technique. At out last meeting I had asked for a break from our regular meeting schedule she had devised; I was starting to feel she was just a well paid word bank and wasting my time. “I am still looking for work, to cut to the chase.” “Oh…still no luck. That’s a shame.” The attempt at empathy sounded well practiced and shallow. “How about we catch up and review.