“Holy shit! Danny what the hell is that?” “Do you want to see it?" I said to her. “No. I guess is the same as the one in the magazine. But how...do you masturbate?” “Ok as soon as I get horny, it gets hard like that see? And I take my hand like this, and start pumping it up and down, until I feel really good and cum like the guy on the girl there.” “Oh my god that’s terrible” she said. “What do you mean terrible?” I said. “Yes, you having that tent there in your pants. Now I understand what. She slaps my ass hard with an open palm, then parts my cheeks with her hands, leans in and spits right on my asshole then pushes her dirt covered finger inside. My throbbing erection strains against the cool dirt.She comes to the side of me, and I see her pull out one of the asparagus still bent deep in her pussy. She sucks on the stalk, smirking at me as she chews its fibrous stem. She takes it from her mouth, glistening wet with her saliva and teases it against my puckered rosebud. She. Just sit there and look at people walking by. It's a miracle she was even still alive. I sat down next to her, lit up a cig, gave her one and watched her almost choke. Then we stared at the people passing by, commenting on their looks. She actually turned out to be a fun girl to talk to, even though I could barely understand her. But there was something more important: she was cute. Like really cute. I mean I have a thing for Asians, I'll gladly admit that, and she wasn't your average-looking. The breakfast was awesome and we both washed it down with a nice latte before we headed off to the station and I told Doris I will pop back in on my way home to see if she needed anything doing, “Oh thank you Frank” she said, “And lovely to meet you Cindy” she continued.We took the short walk to the station and when we got there Cindy saw she could actually get an earlier train so we said our goodbyes and again she thanked me for my hospitality, she again reiterated that she would talk to her.