"He hated me." It was lamentable, her meeting with Robb. That was good for me.This was the next time I saw her, in a coffee shop just around the corne... from her place, with a kosher bakery and sidewalk tables. Picture her face, wind-chapped cheekbones, a wool peasant sweater, the sky only partly cloudy, a beret pulled far down while she sipped cappuccino. I was happy because women who need you are vulnerable."I can't believe that. Tell me what happened." You know him. I don't. I just want to. It was about 7 inches long and thick too. I knew Sarita fantasized big cocks during our lovemaking and when I told her about this she hesitated at first but was convinced when I told her that I wanted to watch her fucking Rajan. She agreed but showed no real interest in it. Once I had decided to invite Rajan over to my residence in a Sunday evening when our children were with their grand parents and briefed him about the situation. He too was reluctant in the beginning but when I told him that. She pushed herself up as she spoke.Adrian slowly lay back and Toni crawled on top of him. She looked him in the eyes. "Thank you." She said softly. "Now try this one for size."She quickly spun around on her fathers body, and began to kiss and play with his slowly erecting cock. Her own crotch was not many inches from her fathers face, and Adrian began to play with her once more. When she felt his tongue on her she shuddered lightly, and then spoke. "No. No tongues. Fingers only. For now."Adrian. Just then I saw a 40-something guy who was far from model quality but was well dressed and seemed clean with a decent build. No obvious bulge or outline in the front of his trousers, so I knew not to expect a monster cock, but a girl could wish. He could have just been completely soft and possibly a grower, not a show-er. As he left the register I caught up to him at the glass door and “accidentally” bumped into him as we both reached for the bar to open it. He quickly apologized, held the door.