I held the cab door for her, enjoying the brush of her scent as she slipped past me. ‘I know just where I left it.’ The driver dropped us at a tin... restaurant a block from the concert venue. It had once been a house but was now converted into a bistro with French leanings. We sat on their patio and dined on sauteed chicken and chevre crepes — their specialty. We drank pinot gris. The day gave way to the evening around us, the hint of fall coming on the air. The restaurant busied, but our corner. We paused the VCR while Betsy put it in the microwave on 'hold warm'. By then, most of the rest of my second glass had disappeared and I was feeling warm and happy. I slurred a few words, but was able to force myself to pronounce them correctly, giggling as Betsy smiled at me. Yes. I'm getting a little tipsy, I thought.By the time the movie was in full swing, we were both feeling great. The second bottle of wine was half empty and our glasses were only a quarter full. Betsy in particular was. Loud cheers rang through the room as she attempted to stuff as much cock into her mouth as she could.God he was big, it was like putting the business end of a baseball bat into her mouth. Michelle knew she could not suck him off as much as she would like to, after all they were in public.With her appetite whetted she returned home to her husband's pathetic wiener.Michelle attempted to satisfy her awakened sexuality with her husband's little dick but it was useless. After having such a big cock. "I don't think that got it all" he whispered, with that he leaned over and took it into his mouth and began to nurse on it. I could see he was young, in his mid to late 20's, well groomed and wearing loose shorts and a hooded sweat shirt. Looking around I saw the place was deserted, as a matter of fact I didn't remember seeing any vehicles when I pulled in. By now I was hard and he was definately enjoying himself, easily taking my 7 inches to the hilt with every third or forth pump and holding.