About five feet four perhaps, with a strong-looking little body, hazel eyes and slightly wavy brown hair a few inches down her back. She looked turned...on.Oh what the hell.“Look, you carry on,” I said, desperate to resume fucking Simone whatever it took, “we don’t mind. You do your thing, there’s space isn’t there, and we’ll just finish...”The new girl grinned and pulled her boyfriend towards the wall, in what looked like rather a practiced way. In a moment his jeans were round his knees and her. He was hairless except for a halo of thick black hairaround the root of his cock, which seemed much darkerskinned than the rest of his brown body -almost black.Having got my undivided attention, Peter began to showhimself off to me, gently sliding his foreskin up anddown, making the purple tip bulge and disappear by turn.I could feel my own pecker throbbing with excitement andslipped my hand down to comfort it, matching Peter’sstroking with my own.For a while we just lay there, enjoying. 8 and wore jeans and buttonshirt.."Thanks" I said "I love your bodybuilder and of course your other stuff" What other stuff" She askShe was in her cop outfit. I got a view of her cleavage and tried to hide myerection. I was shaking."You know the ... .other stuff. Like movies" You mean my posing ones" She said with a smile"No the sex one" I whisper"Oh the fethishing hardcore sex stuff..is that what you watch" She said loudlyI got nervous. She grab my hand. Her hand was soft let strong. She. Don’t you think?”“Shut up and be off with you,” the overworked cook replied, as he scrambled a batch of eggs. “You never had no luck and tonight won’t be no different.”“Ohhhh. You shut your own bad mouth,” came the rude reply. “It’s just like they say, you always hurt the ones that’s the nicest to you. See if I care. My feelings ain’t hurt.”As he bundled up, another diner spoke. “The Mayans, or Incas, or maybe it was the Aztecs—one of those old, dead people—predicted the end of the world on.