The bench was perfect. It was narrow enough so they were close to the table and their legs could hang over the edge naturally and it was high enough f...r them to reach the table.The hostess said, "My name's Wendy. Can I get you anything to drink?"We ordered a pitcher of punch for the kids and me and coffee for John and Rita."Thank you. I'll be back with your drinks in a minute."She headed toward the back and I reached for the menus. John put his hand over mine and looked across the table."What. The perfect woman, actually. Lithe body, pleasant sized breasts, long blonde hair, manicure, pedicure, intelligent, and sexy. Very sexy in fact. I've loved watching you cum. You wear expensive clothes, the best perfume, tasteful jewelry. The complete package. And best of all, an incredible fuck. You are an amazing fuck. I've brought in five of my best bulls and you've impressed them all. Velvet snatch. Soft lips. An enthusiastic fuck but not aggressive. Frankly, you're one of the most amazing. Please look at me." Your father won't let me, Ann." Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father." Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas." He'd waited for her to launch him. He pounced: "How does he introduce me, Ann? Let's see,,,oh yeah, I got it: "And Ann's power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper."She used to have to stifle a laugh at such introduction, no more, it had been a while. And he wouldn't stop, no matter how many times she'd. It is also about reaching it. The long slow buildup of tension is just as enjoyable as the final eruption. Coming completes the act." Oh," Victoria said watching him. She couldn't believe what a production he was making of masturbating.Dale continued to stroke his cock. He leaned his head back and said, "The only problem with masturbation is that it is hard to keep from coming too quickly."Denise looked over at Victoria and said, "That's true. You find that as you get closer to coming, the less.