After their first quickie, Brian had taken a shower with Cynthia, soaping up her small petite breasts and slipping his fingers up inside her pussy whi...e she rode up and down on them while the water cascaded down over their heads.As Brian felt his cock sink inside Cynthia's tight cunt to the very hilt, he happened to look out the window of his room over to the apartment building nearby. Brian's was totally absorbed with the hot woman he had his cock buried in at the moment but he suddenly caught. It was a sizable detached house with a very large drive-through garage built onto one side, there were no outside lights and nobody else around so I just lit a cigarette and leaned against the corner of the house close to the nearest garage door which was standing half open. I could hear noises inside the garage, scuffling, muttered words and moans, and if I had not been as pissed as I was would have recognised them for what they were and simply discreetly moved away, but I was smashed and so. “Please take me to bed,” she asked softly. Dan had her stand and he escorted her to the bedroom.She caressed him again, her thin body moulding to his. She helped him remove his shirt and admired his upper body. She winced, seeing his healing bruises. “Do they still hurt?” She asked, gingerly kissing the two spots on his chest.“Not too much now.” Dan took the hem of her camisole to pull it up but she stopped his hands. She undid his shorts and pulled them down, her eyes grew wide seeing the. It has of course now been a long time; I've just yet to meet anyone. Until tonight it might seem. I keep noticing him giving me side glances too. I think he might be thinking the same thing as me. * As the evening goes on, the restaurant quiets down. The other party is still here also, so we still have a good handful of costumers. A few of the other waitress’s have left for the night. It’s just me, Tara and one other waitress, along with the cooks, and one bartender. I keep busy with my table;.