I can feel your jeans on my dick, you feel my dick twitch against you. “I’m not done,” I say emphatically. My lips kiss the back of your neck, y...ur hand reaches beneath you to feel my cock. “I need to get you out of here.” You stand again and I quickly make myself decent. We exit the booth and I find the waitress to close our tab. We begin walking to the door, but right as we get there the dancer catches up to us. She slides both of us her real name and number; she wants us to call her. I can’t. 'No sense in making a few ... I'll cook for everybody.'She set the big griddle on the big burner and tossed in a few pounds of bacon. She kept an eye on it while she started the biscuits.Mixing up 12 cups Laucke Wallaby Bakers flour,1/4 teaspoon baking soda per two cups flour, 6 tablespoons baking powder (no aluminum), 6 little t kosher salt in the big mixer, she let that run while she greased up two stainless cookie sheets.After turning the bacon, she cut in 36 tablespoons unsalted butter,. “Eumph, foock!”“Holy shit...” Tara wheezed after I pulled my soppy hand away.“That was really fun to watch, but now, what about me?” Dave complained, still stroking himself.I wasn't about to let that exceptional cock go unattended, so I practically shoved Tara out of the booth and sat down next Dave, kissing his lips and taking hold of his rigid penis. “Oh, I haven't forgotten about you!”“That's sooo sexy!” Tara cooed as I stuck the finger I had been using on her into Dave's mouth to let him. I think it’s the only honorable thing to do.”“I agree. Did you talk to Kara, as I suggested?”“Yes. She’s going to come visit in May, before I head to Ohio for Melanie’s wedding. I assume you still plan to house sit as we talked about?”“Yes. I’d like to see Kara when she’s here, if that’s OK with you.”“Yes, it is. Also, I talked to Joyce last Sunday. It looks like she actually has cancer.”“Oh no! And?”“Right now, it’s a simple treatment. She can explain.”“OK. What do you need from me today,.