"They walked quietly to a small bistro on a side street that tried to look English or Irish, The Oaken Bucket it was called with an ornate wooden sign...hanging out front. He led her to a table on the side of the faux-paneled room with its ornate coats of arms, and they sat and put down their work. "You have to fetch beer here, no waiters." He remembered his long-ago trip to England with his wife and their time in a smelly pub, a very misty memory."I'll get it," she said with a smile. "My idea;. Her hands gripped the bed sheets in tight little fists.I made her sit astride my face, opening her cunt to reveal her pink hole. I rubbed my nose against her, massaged her hole with my thumb as I licked her clitoris, pulled her tight against my face so that my Tongue could fuck her. Everything I told her to do she did. “Open your legs wider” she opened her legs wider. “Show me your hole” and as soon as she understood she opened herself up. “Touch yourself” and after guiding her fingers to her. "Hmm... how about we go for a walk and talk about it. I never really liked this place. The servers are real bitches," she replied as she stood up and waited for me to join."Alright."We made our way out the door and walked side by side towards the park. We didn't speak until we reached the park. The walk was filled with only the clicks and clacks of our high heels."So...about that raise," I broke the silence."Oh, right. Well how much more an hour were you thinking?" She wondered, gazing off at. I slowly slide my body up your kissing your body as I work my way up. Your legs wrap around my hips as I come up. My cock touches your wet pussy for the first time, and it takes all my strength not to come. My body is so full of excitement. The head of my cock slides slowly between your swollen, wet lips with ease until I'm deep inside your hot body. We both moan loudly as our pubic bones meet for the first time.Our bodes are moving in rhythm, slowly getting faster, you grab my shoulders hard.