He braced a hand against the counter to hold his weight, took his dick in his hand and began to stroke himself. He didn’t need to try to think of he.... There was nothing else in his mind. Her hair lifting off her neck. One sandal sliding against her other leg. A single fingertip tugging at the plump center of her ripe lips.His eyes rolled back as he pulled harder. Those lips… he could almost feel them on his throbbing cock. See his hands in her rich hair, hear her voice as she urged him on. He. I was not dressed for a wine bar but after a little coaxing, I agreed. We arrived at the wine bar which was really quiet and very dimly lit; I guess the lunchtime drinkers were now all back at their desks so we had the choice of virtually anywhere to sit. Jan ordered a bottle of Prosecco and I had a fruit juice. Jan soon finished off the bottle so ordered another whilst I remained drinking fruit juice. Jan was getting a little bit tipsy and quite loud. She talked about everything, even. My juices were covering Daddy’s balls and thighs. I screamed out his name, my voice so loud, the neighbours must have heard. Even after Daddy had stopped bouncing me, obviously because he was close after that, the pleasure continued as Daddy played with my clit, now more gentle though, as he knew how sensitive it got after an orgasm. He brought me to a third, his left hand squeezing my nipples, as his right teased my clit. “Oh Daddy,” I moaned, as the waves from the third calmed. I moved to. With my fingers came my tongue over her clit which was hard enough to play with now.UUUUUMMMMMMMM JIMMY, JUST LIKE THAT.My fingers were not as long as my cock and if she licked this, I could only imagine what my meat would make her do.With a few pushes, I got off of my knees and stood with my dick placed in front of her fuck hole. I figured it would be a tight fit but her girl juices would make the adventure easier, but I didn't care, she did say she wanted it to hurt. I slid the first four.