"The waiter returns to take our order. Your hand never leaves my thighs. We tell the waiter what we would like for dinner. As the waiter leaves, you t...ll me to go to the ladies room and take off my now soaked panties, and hand them to you back at the table.I do it without question. As I come back to the table, you open my hand and take my soaked sexy underwear. You lay my panties on the table, as the waiter brings our food out. The waiter sees the panties and smiles.We start eating, barely. . , I, well..."He interrupted. "Yes, Yes, I know. You want to marry Jean and you want to ask my permission. Is that about it?" He let me off the hook."Er ... Yes," was as much as I could get out."Does she know?" That I'm asking you?" That, and the fact that you want to marry her?" Well ... she knows that I ... er... , that I think she's someone special and that she's someone I could see myself ... er ... settling down with but I haven't said anything to her and I ... er ... I hadn't really. Then he held his cock all the way for a few seconds as he filled my throat with his load of cum. "Oh baby, I could do that for hours. You suck cock better than any one I have ever known. I want to keep my cock down your throat for hours. Who taught you to suck cock like that." I smiled thinking he would be shocked to know it was my mother's husband.He then moved down my body dragging his cock over my nipples and stomach and to my pussy. He rubbed oil on his cock and then over my pussy spreading. " Fuyumi headed into the tiny entrance way and pushed the button for the elevator. She lit up another cigarette and puffed on it. The chime sounded and the doors opened. Fuyumi sneered at the dirty insides and stepped on.Somewhere during its slow ascent, maybe right after passing the second floor, Fuyumi finished her cigarette, dropped it to the ground and snuffed it out. The elevator was pissing her off. She debated about sending someone over and having him cut the wires after she was finished.