“Why zee long face on my noble cavalier?” Lissa said without turning around. Wayne realized the back of the doughnut case was a mirror and she was...watching him look at her rear. “Does monsieur not like what he sees?” So, this week she was a French courtesan? Unfortunately, Wayne’s French accent sounded exactly like his English accent.“Oh, monsieur likes very much,” Wayne laughed. “But he is upset about his ... how do you say? ... mademoiselle.”“Heere. Have café et un beignet and tell Madame. Then I slipped off my heels and tried to relax. He told me to slide up on the seat. He slid my pink-fringed panties down from under my skirt. Then he reclined his seat and he took my right leg and lifted it up over his head positioning himself between my naked thighs. “Relax,” he said, “I’m going to make you feel real good.” He slowly slid a rigid, fat, finger into my warm pussy. I moaned with pleasure, as he entered my tight cave. He began sliding it in and out of me, as he watched my pussy. The hole on the tip was plainly visible. Keiko touched it with her forefinger. I pulsed uncontrollably and my penis secreted a small drop of fluid. Keiko noticed it and touched her finger to it, then rubbed the drop on her abdomen right below her navel. The other guy was getting a really good show!"Here's our stop," Keiko said finally.We got up and exited through the back door, the guy watching us intently the whole way. I continued to let the head of my penis poke up out of the waistband of my. "She is."Not wanting to presume, and feeling suddenly very virtuous to have controlled her physical and emotional hunger for Charise, Laura asked, "Did you want me to drop you home... or do you want to do... something else?"Charise was silent for so long, staring out the window at the traffic, that Laura wondered whether she had heard the question. Finally, she turned her face back to Laura and said, grinning, almost in a whisper, "What do you think?" I think you need a nice dinner and some.