.”“Shhhh,” she cut me off. “I didn’t walk in on you two having sex, I walked in on you making love” she said in a much calmer voice than I...expected. “It was wonderful. The way you made her feel so appreciated, so beautiful, so loved. I’d give anything to have that” she said a little sad. The way she was talking made me feel a little sad for her. The funny thing is she’s far from ugly. She’s 33, standing at 5’7, 120 pounds, blue eyes, brown hair, a pair of 32DD tits, and a wonderfully shaped. Saying I tried to feel her thighs.. she pushed me back and instead put her panty close to my mouth to smell it.. It was wet and having a strong female aroma filled with her pussy juices smell. I love it…Also, its soft texture made me go mad..I loved it…She was still holding my penis.. She then pulled the panty and wrapped it around my penis and started giving me a hand job. That was one wonderful feeling. I was in cloud 9.. She then said since you did not choose pussy and instead preferred. Since the age limit for alcohol was 21 I had to keep an eye open for minors. Not that I was all that strict with visitors bringing their kids after the cinema, but still, I didn’t serve minors alcohol. One night it was really crowded and I hardly had the time to say hi to the customers when a thin female voice ordered a beer. I reacted automatically with asking for ID. ‘You’re joking right?’ came the reply. ‘You can’t think that I’m not 21, seriously?’ I stopped in mid stride and looked at. I had read all there was to read on Cindy's underwear. Pushing my nose almost into her crack, I gripped the pungent, wet material between my teeth and tugged downwards. Cindy gave a little gasp, and moved her feet apart a few inches. Another tug and the pants started to slip down, then there was some resistance. Cindy raised one heel slightly, and moved a knee outwards. Still her panties were stuck.She brought her hand down to help, but I stopped her and pushed it firmly away. Guiding her by.