I was just as eager as she was.I wasn't in a mood for foreplay. I wanted to experience this squirting action of hers and I wanted to see it now.I sli... my right index finger in between her hot, wet pussy lips as the sound of her heavy breathing is split by the sound of an "Ouuuu" escaping her lips. Her pussy pulsed and a thick, clear liquid oozed out from around my finger. I withdrew it and hungrily lapped up the liquid."How do I taste?" she inquired with a breathy voice."About like this" I. A small sentiment, but when I looked back at the course of the night, at what we shared, what I gave him and he gave me, those two soft kisses are the sharpest in my mind. He looked down at me, ‘Could it be possible these still are mine?’ And I looked up at him, ‘They never stopped being yours, I never did.’ He dropped his chin and his lips met mine, and I felt myself fall to pieces from the inside out. Luckily, his hands found my ribs and held me together, and I held fast to the lapel of his. My eyes were locked on her hard nipples and small areolas as she dropped her top but followed her hands as she started to push down the waistband of her spandex shorts. I didn’t quite have a full frontal as she pushed her shorts and panties down together, but got a nice view of her trim, light brown bush, which had me fully rigid and prepared to stroke my cock. Before I whipped it out, though, she gathered up her clothes and headed into the adjoining bathroom, giving me a nice look at her. People came from all over north and east Texas for the hamburgers. And my favorite---the reuben. So donning my 501's, with the huge mass of my junk captured by a slightly too small jock, cowboy boots, and cowboy jacket (no shirt, so I could still show the abs) I hopped up on a stool to enjoy my Christmas dinner. Oh ya—and a santa hat, :)There was about 20 people there this lonesome night. Not too cold really, about 50. Mostly divorcees, widowers, and young hustles that lived on the streets with.