" He whispers back to her.Then he makes her stand up again, her body pressed against his. She reaches for his cock. "Oooh, look at it now..." she says...teasingly. ”Think you can....?" She starts. He looks at her, smiles, and then pushes her up against the wall. She reaches for his cock and strokes it a few times, feeling how it gets hard for her again. He doesn't say anything, just looks in her eyes. She wraps her arms around his neck. He reaches for her hips, she jumps and wraps her legs around. He went in his closet and found a favorite pair of khaki pants he'd grown out of, and sure enough, they fit.The diner was two blocks away, and he walked briskly, without once stopping to catch his breath. It was a glorious morning, with a light breeze wafting through the palms that lined the street, heavy with green coconuts high in their branches.At the diner, the waitress, Sally, a gum-chewing 20 year old who usually ignored him, came over and said, "Hello Mr. Byrne. You're looking perky. "I'm sure I recognize them," she said, "at least the tall one, Karl. I just can't remember where." "Probably at one of the events we've managed." Lani shrugged. "I can never remember all the names and faces." Deanne worked for the same children's charity that Lani did, coordinating events like fund-raisers and the occasional celebrity meeting with a group of kids. "I don't know." Dee frowned. "It feels more like I've seen a picture or something." "Well, keep thinking. Maybe it'll come to you. It was as if they are sacks of thick creamy fluid. She suddenly stopped and started fingering her pussy, and my dick had a nice shower of her pussy juice. She fell on the bed, laughing. I turned towards her, and started to spoon her. I inserted my dick into her sideways and pumped her brains out. Her pussy was wet and squishy. Along with the creaking noises of the bed, the “ploosh-ploosh” sound of her pussy was like Rahman’s music to my ears.I grabbed her boobs from behind and started kneading.