Angel looked around the diner uneasily because despite how "normal" they were acting this time people were still staring at them. "How about if I pick...the restaurant we eat at next time?" Angel asked shyly.Martin could tell she was uncomfortable, "Just ignore them, I always eat here," Martin said and then the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, "But next time I'll make an exception and you can pick the restaurant."Angel sipped her coffee, "Why did you want to have lunch with me? Is. Still, I have plenty of mental material for later.Couple of minutes later Joan came out and I turned around. My jaw almost hit the ground. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and black yoga pants. It was very obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Could see her nipples through the thin, worn material. The t-shirt didn’t even cover all of her belly. She came over to me and asked how I was getting on. I turned to answer her and her boobs were right at my eye level. She was standing really. Two dicks in my pussy! I never imagined such a thing in all my life. Then I heard a familiar voice. It was from the laptop. The voice said, “Dad, fuck her like a bitch. Fuck herr…”Then I realized it was my neighbor’s son. Fuckkkk! I never knew his son also wanted to fuck me. But as soon as I remembered the voice and was thinking all that stuff, they took their dicks and started tapping on my asshole. Oh, no! I shouted.I understood their intentions but as you know, I was weak to stop them. My. Armed with their coffees they managed to find a leather sofa in the corner. He sat with his back to the entrance and she sat facing the line-up of customers waiting their refreshments. “Bzzzz…Bzzzz..Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzz…” a low tone of vibrations could barely be heard over the bustling shop. She instinctively crossed her knees as she felt the jolt from the toy. “Now, now, spread them for me a bit,” he said sternly but softly. She obliged, opening her legs slightly. It was enough that.