In the couple of decades since then, whenever I am in a restaurant, I have tried to keep an eye out for a young family with well-behaved children seat...d nearby, so that I can pay their bill, thus paying forward that ‘elderly’ couple’s kindness so many years ago, but, sadly, I have yet to spot such a family. Maybe some day! This next story comes from Bob, another reader. Sometimes our child does the kind act. As a kid, my parents raised us pretty much the same way as described by Memorable. She looked up at my face as she put a hand on my shaft and opened her mouth. Linda slid her mouth all the way to my balls, her eyes still on me. She did several strokes like that then kept her lips just on the head while her forefingers slid expertly along the frenulum just below the head. She was driving me out of my mind!She kept up that small finger movement while her tongue circled around the head, occasionally licking at the slit on the tip. Her fingers and mouth were starting to get. Delectable nipples perking at the knowledge that he watched and from heavily veiled eyes, she could see him. The outline of his masculine form, the strength in his arms and the desire in his eyes. A smile quirked at her lips as fingers pulled at the curtain of hair, letting it fall damply to her back, wet curls kissing at the curved beauty of her backside. Without looking at him, her hands moved over her neck, the bubbles from her soap slipping down her shoulders in foamy rivers. A moan escaped. Then her fingers ventured back into my cherry and she sucked my nipple again. "Oh, fuck me, I'm fucking letting loose again, Collete!" I roared, letting it all out. "Yes, give my hand more of it, Natasha," she groaned, leaning her head down on my shoulder. It lasted for about thirty seconds that time and the smile on my face remained in tact. "Oh, son of a bitch fat mother fucking bitch, you are some kind of woman." "I know, I aim to please." We relaxed for a few more minutes as we both.