Dawn had told him about Marta, suggesting she's be eager for a tumble, but Robert ignored her silly attempts at matchmaking. Marta was not the kind of...woman Robert was hoping to meet. Marta was dark, loud, unsophisticated, and rather too - large. Not that she wasn't sexy in a crude way: large still firm breasts that had nursed a brood of children, wide hips that had made the nights of two deceased husbands and (Dawn had hinted) many other men, quite happy, and a waist that was surprisingly. Lifting her face upward toward the light, he could see her beautiful neck and jaw line; she was concentrating now as one who is bladder-shy in a public place.Several moments went by as he looked first at her face, then shifted his gaze to her firm breasts, and downward to her spread pussy lips; all the while patiently waiting for her warmth. A short spurt of piss exited her hole, splashing on his chest; the end of that stream was followed by several dribbles and drips which fell onto his cock.. I went over to her place were we sat on the couch watching TV and having a drink or so for about an hour before she leaned over and started to kiss me. at that point I came alive and we had made out for about half hour or so with me nibbling on her ears tongue and neck while running my hands all over her big eager body feeling every inch of her through her clothes. After a half hour or so she had excused herself and went into the washroom and came out a few minutes later wearing nothing but her. That coffee is fragile and starts to taste icky if it stays on the warmer for too long. Has to be put right in the thermos." Tastes too good to waste. Let me rescue it before it goes bad." He heated the thermos and then poured the coffee in it.Ashley glanced at the front page, and then looked up, "Hmmm. Ever spend any time in this part of California?" No, just in the Bay Area and farther north up the coast." Well, then, as a native, I am bound by sacred tradition to show you the tourist.