I paused at a coffee shop, which was a mistake because as soon as the waitress bustled over I knew my plans were going to be derailed. A thin teen wit... a dancer’s delicate frame (a quick peek in her mind confirmed her to be a ballerina, home for the break), she had long golden blonde hair reaching to her waist. Her black dress was tight at the top but puffed out at the waist, with a hem high enough to tease any red-blooded male every time she bent over to clean a table. It was early in this. To her delight, he had seemed eager to please, indulging her new-found appetite every time she had pounced on him, be it morning, noon, or night. Often it had been all three, even repeating on several occasions. It had occurred to her that she had been having more fun than her husband, as he had devoted an enormous amount of time to pleasing her. He knew just the right way to lovingly tease and massage the lips of her pussy, massaging her clit slowly, then faster, then slowly again. He would. Are you for real?"He was adorable, blushing a particularly handsome shade of red. "Yes, I am for real. In about two minutes I am going to take her into alley and fuck her till she comes all over my hand, and you are more than welcome to join us."During our entire exchange she sat there, looking at his brown eyes, silently begging for him to agree. Walking away in a sudden rush, he spoke, “I’ll be right back with your receipt." He too was suddenly in a hurry.Grabbing her hand, I slid from the. "Last day," I said to her wistfully. "And we're going to have a very nice time, aren't we?"I took the liberty and initiative of embracing her round the shoulder blades and giving her a kiss on each cheek, near to the sides of her sexy mouth. She'd already led me into the kitchen, away from the front door which might have revealed silhouettes to the outside world."Yes, I believe we are," she replied, responding with a smile and quick but very un-neighbourly kiss on my lips.We held each other for.