We stood and talked between numbers and I discovered he was retired NAVY, so that gave something to talk about. My father had been in the Navy and our...early years were spread around the country. We danced again and I felt his cock against my tummy. He moved so that it grazed my tummy from one side to the other as we turned. It wasn't unpleasant. And in fact, it felt warm and ... big.Carl had big hands, too, and I couldn't help the old wives' tale that if a man's pointing finger was large, his. ”“Hold on a second; I’ll make it easier.”She stopped for a moment to retrieve a tube of hand-cream from her purse. Then she applied that to me and went back to work. Her left hand held my cock by the base while her right one stroked me from top to bottom and back again.I had heard of women who would go into porn theaters and give handjobs and even blowjobs to the male patrons. But in my mind, those chicks had to be depraved sluts, not nice girls like Lynn. Nevertheless, her hands on me felt. Tom said, “You’re really good at that. I noticed that you were really careful in how much cheese you put on the pizza. You made sure that each topping covered the pizza evenly. I was really impressed.”“Thanks,” Dan said as a bird flew past. It was a scissor-tailed flycatcher. It looked like it shouldn’t be able to fly with those long feathers sticking out behind it.Dan pointed at the bird and said, “Hey. I haven’t seen one of those in years.”“That has always been my favorite bird,” Tom said. It dawned on me that she had obviously been planning this. My feelings and lust got the better of me and I curiously rubbed her pussy lips with my middle finger wondering if I would get any reaction or if maybe I was crazy and she was just asleep.My caresses caused her to stir and moan softly. I continued to rub until I found her spot."Mmmm Daddy" she started to breath. Trying to focus on the road, I licked my middle finger, tasted her juices, and then pushed my middle finger inside her. "Ohh.