It was the woman customer again, coming back in to look at that same book. She didn't even notice I was behind the counter when I felt Laurie begin to...move slowly up and down my cock. The sensation was exquisite, it felt like an electric current going through it, like the first time a girl put her hand on it in high school. Painful and wonderful. I was so worried the woman would hear, or see us, but half of me didn't care and in fact wanted to her to see it and join in. Laurie had just the head. I did him one better and did forty minutes. It was good for me.I'd been walking since the wife and I had moved to our new townhouse in the college town nearest to our little village. We moved in and I began my workouts. It'd been virtually impossible where we lived before. No sidewalks and mostly dirt roads. Not conducive to walking.Anyway, as I said, I was approaching the bridge when I saw the American flag waving out of the stream. Of course I stopped and looked down into the stream bed. It. I feel his hands reach under my skirt and pleasure washes over me as he grabs my ass and grinds me into his cock. I shamelessly beg him for it, but he only teases with the flicks of his tongue against my pebbled nipples as his hands rub and knead my cheeks. His hips gyrate into mine and only after what seems to be an eternity does his fingers move to my hips to pull on the ties of my bikini, tugging the fabric from my body and letting it fall to the ground. The friction of his jeans against my. As Ilooked around I saw we were stopped next to an eighteenwheeler and the driver was looking very intently downat my body. I like to tease old perverts so I casually opened myblouse and gradually gave him a great view of my baretits and nipples. I was wearing shorts so it would havebeen a little difficult to show off my pussy casually.I looked out over the river and could tell that we weregoing to be here for at least 15 minutes more. Therewere to big ships trying to pas the bridge in.