The bulk of thecustomers were truck drivers, so Franciszka loves talking to them. Thenext booth was a strange woman. She had on, just black (black b...ouse anda long skirt). She had a big black hat (can I say, a witch's hat?) Shewas very thin and maybe, 80 or 90 years old. She ordered the famouspumpkin pie (the diner has a great history of that dish) and coffee. Hername is Samantha Stephens.The next booth was a handsome man, about 30 years old and he was carryinga violin case. He was. If nothing else I was a decent artist and I put much more effect into those than my math work, and my grades showed it. When she handed my notebook back she looked flushed and said thanks. I brushed her hand as I reached for it and she jumped a little. Hmmm. Later I was in the cafe and I saw her, I went over and sat down with her and just started talking. We were having a nice conversation when she said "I am sorry, but do I know you?" I laughed and said nice one Linda, you just borrowed my. When she did she sure looked good. She had put on some makeup, fixed her hair up in a bun, and rolled her shirt up under her breasts. She had removed her bra too. I smiled as I thought that she looked like a hooker that I had seen on television the night before. Her miniskirt was tight and short and her small cotton top showed some cleavage. She had rolled the bottom of her top up to the V-neck and tucked everything under her magnificent breasts. She took my free hand and walked us to an exit.. When she could bear it no more, he'd rolled on top of her and slid tenderly into her tightness, stroking passionately until she crested a second time. She welcomed his warmth within her, feeling loved beyond measure.It was early morning. Karl was exploring her body, tenderly tracing the gentle swell of her belly and the soft inner slopes of her breasts. Her nipples stood up proudly, begging attention but Karl took his time, keeping her on edge. Claire sighed, taking pleasure in the torment and.
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