“You called.” “How much do you need to pee?” “More than anything else in the world, but you haven’t told me I can go.” “You can go her..., now. Under the table.” We both watched as Grace squatted under the wooden table, trying and failing to remain hidden from the crowd surrounding us. She hitched up her dress to round her waist and pulled her panties to one side. We both watched and waited, and I found myself wondering just how we’d reached this stage in our relationship, where she was willing. She had lost any inhabitations she may have had and was wildly enjoying the pleasure she was getting. A sliver of light hit my right eye and I turned my head to focus on it. It was the door to the booth, it was slowly being opened. At first, I though it might be the manager, because Vonna was so loud. But it turned out to be just a horny guy. He poked his head in and looked around, taking in all there was to see. He didn’t enter any further until I motioned him in. I guess Vonna saw all this,. She didn’t usually spring surprises on him: -Darling mine, I can cope with whatever you want to do. So what’s the agenda? -I want to show you something of my Sydney love. Where I studied and lived as a student here… maybe – her eyes went to the louring sky outside – my favourite beach. I’ll show you the tourist stuff before we get the train home tomorrow. But today is a slice of my personal history. That OK? His eyes sparkled: -Yes sweetness, I’d like that very much. Always want to know more of. In rose-colored lace panties and bra she was a knockout. She made quite a contrast to Rick, who was wearing plain white boxers. They sat down on either side of me and we started going over our Spanish homework. After twenty minutes I thought Rick had finally figured out the difference in the verbs, so we broke and each grabbed a beer. Without any preliminaries Naomi asked me if it was true that I was uncircumcised. I told her I was. “Can I see it? Please?” she asked. I figured that by now.