She finished her glass, spun around on the bar stool and started to stand up, but was stopped by a man standing behind her. Calling him a man might ha...e been pushing it, Paige thought. Her eyes went down his long, lean body and took in his expensive shoes and dress slacks. The white, with navy blue striped button up shirt was tucked neatly into his narrow waist. His eyes were blue and hair black, cut very short. This boy was beautiful, and he could only be about twenty-one. She was greeted with. My reward was a shudder and a pat on the head.Gradually I increased the pressure. I allowed a finger to curl slowly into her and that got me another pat on the head. I had no sense of time. All I was aware of was the way her breath sighed from her, the amount of slippery, silky moisture that oozed, increasingly from her. Her orgasm was a groan, a deep, resonant groan that seemed to go on and on. Only mid climax did she grip my hair and hold me to her. She held me there for an age as I licked. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.’ ‘that’s my girl’ I smiled at her…. ‘remember you can only button the one bottom button.’ She got up and came back about five minutes later with her blouse gaping open and her 36C tits on display for all to see. As she walked past the guy across the aisle he almost choked on his wine. When the waiter came back he did a double take staring at my wife’s tits. As soon as he took out dinner orders I hit the on button and my wife gasped aloud and began to. I smacked her three times too, not as hard and a little slower as I guiltily enjoyed my hand being in contact with her young rump. I couldn't bring myself to look at her as she lifted herself up, so chose to look at the lad instead.'Happy now?' I asked.'But they didn't cry!' He objected.'Neither will you when you're their age.' I said with a wink.After a seconds consideration he accepted my statement. 'Ok!' He grinned, and with the resilience of youth run off as if he didn't have a care in the.