I sat at hercounter as she chopped, took things from the fridge and sprinkled andtossed. We talked about food. I knew something about that. Wejoked...about work. We talked about the basketball playoffs and I toldher all that I knew."Wow, you're not a girly girl are you?" she said turning around fromthe stove. "I like that." And she didn't say that suggestively, butbrightly, like it made her happy. She turned back to her saucepan,stirring for a moment. I was going to tell her I used to. After he locked up, he poured us both a drink, and came around the bar to sit on the stool next to me, we chatted a bit, and after a while, his hand landed on my thigh, which was both surprising & exciting. I looked him in the eyes, he smiled, then said, ‘oops, sorry, I am forgetting myself’, as he removed his hand.I replied, ‘no problem’, he responded, ‘you sure?’, ‘of course, I am’. With that, his hand was back on my thigh, as he slowly started to rub it, I could feel my cock hardening, and a. Mummy-done,if possible then please send me a pic of him for recognize.Agent-ok.Phir call disconnect karne ke baad mummy ke whatsapp par uss customer ki pic aur address aata hai,phir mummy office chali jaati hai 09:30 baje aur shaam ko 5:30 baje ghar aati hai,ghar aabe ke baad mummy mujhse bolti hai,”Vicky,aaj raat ko meri office friends ke saath party hai uske city waale apartment ke flat mein toh aaj raat main shayad naa aaun isliye tum apne liye restaurant se kuch manga ke khaana khaa. Shaq awkwardly left the table (after all, what would you do if you had 14 of man meat hanging heavily between your legs while wearing Rayon slacks?) and my wife followed him. She looked back at me with that are you sure? look. When I nodded that everything was ok, she proceeded to follow Shaq to the back of the restaurant. I noticed that several women (and a few men) all over the restaurant were staring at Shaqs massive meat that swayed like an elephant trunk between his legs as he walked..