I placed a hand at the back of here long brunette hairand pulled her towards me, her lips parting the closer she got. Clare'smouth was warm and wet; h...r lips were smooth to the touch as my clitvanished inside this sexy girl's mouth. I could feel her clamping downon my clit as she started to move back and fro. Clare's right hand wasnow behind my bottom while she caressed her self with her left, legswide apart. She pulled me in and eased off in rhythm to her mouthactions, her fingers were gently. I looked twenty-four, because I'm Irish (Irish men tend to stay young looking well into their sixties.) And each day I spent fucking my beautiful, young bride, took another two days off my looks! (So, at this rate, after we've been married and fucking for thirty years, I might look like a "toddler!?")Anyway... We got back home, put away all the neat stuff we'd bought for our future (not to mention dinner,) and remembered our little problem, bound and gagged (my wife had stuffed her cum soaked. He pushed my hand with my coke in it up. Drink up honey..relax.. I gulped down the whole drink while he pinched one nipple then another. When I put the drink down he smiled, and pushed me back a little in the booth. Then he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. I was on fire. I was letting him do this, a stranger, older than my father in public. I figured the men really couldnt see what was happening or just knew better than to interrupt because no one else came to the booth. George. Nobody was paying attention to pubic hair after that, though, because my pubic bone gently kissed hers, and since her clit was in the way, it got a little smooshed. She gave an audible sigh that even the village idiot would have known meant she was happy, and that tripped some instinct in me to press harder. I’m pretty sure I was only trying to get deeper in her, but all it actually did was crush her clit harder. Plus I moved upwards a little, which meant that my skin rubbed her clit while it.