I'm not that big, I'm about 5 1/2 long, but I am pretty thick. Lizbeth's hand doesn't completely wrap around my dick, but she enjoyed working her hand...up and down my shaft. This crazy bitch knows how to work a stick, in no time I was leaking precum.With that I let one of my hands explore the slit of her costume. And what a treat I found. No panties on and a very smooth very wet pussy. I started playing with her clit then began caressing her wet lips. Not wasting any time my fingers found her. A few years older than my close circle. We played pool together and watched a ballgame or two. On TV, even up at the stadium a couple of times. I liked the bar, it was pretty low-key and there was plenty of girls came in, giving me ample opportunity for one-nighters. New York girls aren't shy.Anyway, this isn't about girls. This is about the time with Jay.We were there late, maybe 2am. Friday night had slipped into Saturday morning and we'd hung on, watching the Olympics live from Beijing. Just. ” I stopped because she quickly turned to the side and covered herself with her arms. I heard the sound of a door opening and a man quickly approached her. He grabbed her tshirt and threw it toward her, and turned toward the camera. “What do you think you're doing? Who is this guy? Why are you showing him your tits?” Uh oh, I thought, jealous husband or boyfriend. I sat still to watch the show. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her toward him. She had dropped the tshirt so she was once. Laura finished picking up the scattered pieces of broken plate almost mechanically, throwing them into the garbage can with the remains of the earlier ones she'd broken, and sat down again at the kitchen table, smoothing her freshly ironed skirt out across her lap with unconscious precision. As she sat, from all outward appearances perfectly composed and calm, her mind raced through a maze of conflicting emotions, bounced off the contradictory explanations of what had happened to her the last.