Although she was a bit awkward but I didn’t give a damn about that, neither did she try to stop me! I sat right behind her and pulled her closer to ...e, continued to kiss and lick her skin.Her butter colored soft skin and the reticent moaning made me more lustful and craving. I took off her bra, grabbed her enormous, large boobs, and started squeezing them with my hands; played along with the nipples… after a while, one of my hands went down straight inside her jeans and touched her pussy. It. But he ate for love when he was with me - which was so very different from the way he was devouring the girl on my table. With her, it was an act which bore a greater resemblance to a man long starved of more exotic delicacies. His tongue worked ferociously, desperately, keenly - his groans deeper, hungrier, needier.She came. He made her cum. She wasn’t faking it. A woman knows, regardless of her noisy theatrics. My husband was giving her his best.They kissed as he stood back up. She reached. She reached over and relieved him, opening his top button, then pulling his zipper down, the sound of the steel teeth releasing making their intent apparent to anyone awake and listening. She couldn’t help licking her lips as his hard cock leaped at her. Willie was accurate in saying it was short, no more than four inches or so. But she noticed the head was especially deep and broad, its glistening, purple skin pulsating with anticipation. She grasped him firmly, then hesitated. “Grasp it. “Very nice…” “mmm, I thought you would like that” she says, as her hands start to to take their own journey over his body. She runs her hands up his leg, starring deep into his eyes as she rubs her hand over his cock. It instantly responds to her touch. He says “I’ve been hard all day...” “I have plenty ideas on what to do about that.” The waiter comes by and asks if they would like another round. They look at each other and say “No” at the same time and start to laugh. He reaches up under her.