I took a chance and chose us each a piece of cake – I think I needed a sugar hit! I looked round with my tray and saw her waving at me from the far ...orner. She’d found a perfect table, slightly out of the way, and luckily there weren’t too many people around anyway. I sat down opposite her. She laughed when she saw the cakes. “How did you guess?” she said. “I shouldn’t, but then, why not?” And she took the creamier of the two pieces. “So…” I said, taking a sip of hot coffee, “Where are these. “I’ve just finished practice”, she whispered “I’m as horny as fuck and I’ve had my fingers in my pussy the whole way home on the coach, here, have a smell”. She shoved her right hand under my nose and I could clearly make out the gorgeous aroma of her cunt. “Do you like that perv’?” she whisprered, to which I nodded. “Then you should like this” she said, and pulled a pair of dark blue knickers out of her coat pocket. “I wore these for practise and they are very sweaty. Here have a good sniff”. Butstill I resisted.I slid my forefinger inside her. God, she was SO wet! So I thoughtthat one finger wasn’t enough at all, I pushed in a second. Shemoaned loudly, squirming above me. “Please mum, PLEASE mum! I need tocum!”“Oh no, baby, you don’t need to cum,” I corrected her. “You just WANTto cum! Isn’t that right?”“No mommy, I really NEED to cum!”I pushed a third finger into her cunt…quite tight now, even as wet asshe was. She moaned loudly. I began to fuck her with the threefingers of. There were cheaper beers, but I only planed to have the one.I looked around to see whether the waitress had shown up. I found that she sure as hell had, and was sitting with two men. I walked to the table and asked her, "So which one is mine?" I spoke before I looked at them. When I did, I thought I might have fucked up. They didn't look old enough to be in the place." Well this one," the forty something year old waitress said, "is my son. The other one is his friend from school. So I guess you.