I had chosen to sit between Cindy and Joyce, in the center of a long table where they seated us five to a side. It wasn't crowded at all, because the ...able could have seated sixteen people easily.Maravelle was a real beauty. She had black hair and eyes so dark they looked like they were black as well. She and her family had emigrated from Cuba in 1962, when Maravelle was just an infant. She had spent some years in Florida, before her father was transferred to Birmingham to open up a cigar shop. This reassurance allowed her to leave the Jeep and enter the store.As Linda had guessed, she was not the only tourist in town. The store owner and a couple in their fifties were bent over an unfolded road map and chatting about the best road to take and how to make the best of the couple's two-week vacation. Cackling out loud and casting an affectionate look at her husband, the woman referred to their trip as a kind of second honeymoon.Linda turned away and looked around the store for fruit and. I started coming over and over, I couldn’t handle it, and my body was quivering as he pounded his cock into me. My pussy clamping down on his shaft even though I was trying my hardest to stop it. It was already too big, the last thing I needed to do was squeeze it tighter but I had no control. I started breathing in short quick breaths like they taught me when I was giving birth, it was all I could do. Floods of liquid were shooting out my pussy drenching the sheets, my legs were shaking. I noticed he was wearing briefs, and as he pulled his shorts further down, his cock was coming more in to my sights. Shorts down, his cock sprung out from under, glistening in the sunlight from my window. I stared for a while, investigating... It wasnt fully erect, but still standing upright, barely bent at the tip. A nice, hairy cock...at least 6-7 inches, with more to grow ;-). He put his hands behind his head, totally relaxed. He lets out a big sigh, and just then, starts peeing. A big jet.