Natalia screamed, muffled by something. Jake leaned forward and realized she was biting her own arm. He also realized that she was cumming; her ass wa... gripping and pulling at his cock so hard he thought it was going to pull off of him. The sensation was incredible, and it drove him to the edge.“Fuck,” he breathed, “Nat, I’m close-”“Fuck me,” Natalia begged him. “Do whatever you want, whatever you- ngh- need to cum for me!”Jake might have thought twice about that request if he’d been at any. They sat, comfortably wordless, as they ate and drank, both relieved to be at ease with each other. It was effortless, and it was a good thing. They talked of work, and their children, although there was an unspoken agreement not to mention their spouses. They had shared their religious convictions and that, too, was discussed. And politics, which they had always avoided because they didn’t agree. But today, in person, it seemed ok. At last, their conversation petered out, and they sat, side by. She came a fourth time, panting. I could tell she was gearing up one more. My hand moved furiously. Her eyes went wider and wider as she realized what was coming.“Oh God,” it started as a whisper. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” The words blurred together, then lost all meaning and coherence as she simply screamed. Each contraction of her pussy brought a louder yell and more diverse stream of obscenities. A full minute after they’d started, she gave one last scream, tears streaming down her. And his hands were on me. One hand covered a breast as the other stroked my stomach to my mound, not quite going between my legs. Per his requirement while in public, my knees were separated. “What’s on your mind?”They both seemed to be temporarily lost in watching Anthony’s hands roam over my exposed body. “Is this too distracting? Would it be more comfortable if he stopped?”That brought her out of her trance, “NO! Definitely not, that’s what we wanted to talk to you about.”“This?”“It seems we.