I could still taste your cock in my mouth, taste your hot jism as it blasted into my throat, feel your cock inside my cheeks, pushing down my throat. ...mmmmmm, mmmmm," she groaned."And do you know what I was doing while I lay in my bath thinking about you and your hot cock? Do you want to know baby? Uhhhh, oohhhh, mmmmmmm, I was doing exactly what I am doing right now baby, teasing my juicy, wet puss with my fingers, rubbing my hard little clit with my thumb and imagining it was your fingers. "She looked into my eyes. Confusion gave way to understanding. She paused and then replied, "I've been trying to eat here for a long time, but it's so pricy and I just now thought my cash drawer was full enough for my next splurge. I agree on the condition that you let me pay for my part of the meal and—so there is no misunderstanding—this is just sharing a table at a restaurant. Nothing else is implied. Do you agree?"I stared into her green eyes and replied, "I often eat dinner at restaurants. I’m late getting off, I missed the last bus by five minutes, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, I’ve been surrounded by incompetent, yet ungrateful coworkers all day, and I’m whining…’ she trailed off and sighed again. ‘What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on another route for awhile?’ She tried to read his expression but he kept his gaze fixed ahead. She could only see part of his face in the rear view mirror. She was making a royal mess of things. ‘I don’t mean to sound. There were some foster families in between but fucking my cock was such a rowdy piece of shit from the get go and it messed up somehow every time until I was back on the street again. Anyways; life goes on. I cannot blame anyone else; if I do not take the blame myself first of all, but I could never forget Martin [Marty]. I have yet to meet a cock slut to put before Marty. The days of peek ripe age in high school; after the hard work afternoon of sports, there was no reason to be alone in the.