Most of the people I knew didn’t plan much past their next bathroom break. “How old are you, don’t mind my asking?”“Not unless it’s for fo...l purposes. I’m jailbait, thirteen, but I’m taking junior English this semester.” She smiled.“Thirteen. So you graduate at fourteen or fifteen, right?” I moved her into a different category.She nodded and chewed.“Where you from?”“You FBI or what?”“Curious. Besides, I like pretty girls.”“And I’m one?”“Yep, didn’t you know? Seeing problem maybe.”“Heard rumors,. “We’re really doing sex.” “We’re fucking,” he told her as she began to rise up and down again. “Yeah,” she moaned. “We’re fucking. I’m fucking. You’re fucking me.” She wasn’t shy at all anymore. Not even language was held back now. She moaned loudly as she rode him. She was far too tight for sex between them to be quick, but the way she slid up and down his cock slowly was exquisite. Just as when she’d sucked him, he felt orgasm rushing at him. Luckily, she beat him to the punch. “Gonna go,. If I had given him his first blow-job he was a very quick learner. He had inherited his cock from me but he had definitely inherited his mouth from his mother. His tongue worked on my knob and probed and he sucked. His hand squeezed my balls and I felt a finger probing between my legs. I knew where it was headed and didn’t object. His mother used to finger-fuck me often telling me my arsehole was my cunt and she wanted to use it. She’d even bought a strap-on and used it on me. She was. So my wife slipped right up to the bar and I was able to squeeze in but it was tight. We ordered and were talking about our trip, there were three guys to the right of my wife talking and a couple to my right that were talking. We all introduced ourselves and commented on how great this was. It was kind of funny, after a few minutes we were all back in our little groups and just talking. We ordered a second round and as were waiting my wife whispers in my ear that the guy behind her keeps.