I had noticed Mark glancing at my legs as I got into my car and again felt that familiar stirring as I imagined making love to him, his strong brown h...nds stroking my full breasts and exploring my damp pussy which had been neglected for longer than I could remember. Now, following him along the road I could see him glance into his rear-view mirror and I shivered with anticipation. Where would this lead? The restaurant Mark had chosen was small and had views over the mountains. Tables and chairs. What? Yes, I go running three times a week." Ooooo, that's wonderful for your legs and your bum. What's your waistsize?" What?" I enquired."Your waist size, sweetie? What size of jeans do you wear?" Oh," I responded. "30 inch-waist, but I'm probably a bit smaller thanthat because my jeans are usually a bit baggy in that area." Chest-size?" she enquired."Eh?" What size of t-shirts or tops do you buy?" she said."Small." Small isn't a size silly. Do you have any suits? What size is thejacket?" Oh,. I could feel you getting close to cumming, so I stopped and told you to stand up. Pushing my chair out a bit, I told you to come sit on my lap. You straddled me as I let my dick free. You were so wet my dick slid in easily as you lowered yourself onto me. Your breathing was hard and my heart was racing. “Ohhh god.” I started moaning louder, as you did too. You started riding my dick, your arms wrapped around my head as your breasts fell into my face. I kissed your chest and found a nipple,. Noises and spice aroma envelop her. Matilda blends into the shades of the bazaar away from the sun and the choking dust. Then she sees what she is looking for: a little dark store selling burka, the tent dress that Muslim women wear to hide their bodies from their men.The old woman seller is puzzled when Matilda points to a pure black burka made from a lighter fabric that should be cooler. She is astonished when her customer wants to try it on right there.When Matilda insists, the seller leads.