Just then we walked by a group of girls, all about my age. One was a brunette, two were blondes and and lady was a redhead. They were all beautiful, t...nned, toned and sexy. Best of all they were all naked and staring at me."I think you're already getting a little attention, I'm jealous" Michelle said."They're not interested in me." You wanna bet,"Michelle said."Hey girls, isn't the guy a hunk? He's an American on vacation," Michelle said embarrassing me."Oui," they responded in unison"Wouldn't. Mine are well controlled and I would argue that knowing them have made me stronger and better able to resist my feelings.What is to me ironic is that I have never heard Stephen King accused of being demonic even though he has written stories showing excellent knowledge on that subject. Nor have I heard of Agatha Christie accused of being a murderer, although she certainly must spend a lot of time researching and writing about some of the most unusual murders. That follows in almost every sort. I had no control over it though. Lex rubbed feverishly at my clit.“I’m going to cum.” It almost came out as a whisper. I didn’t have to say it; she knew. My breath wasragged and I was shaking. She pushed a finger inside me, but kept working my clit with her thumb. Igasped, the egg vibrated and the first rush of fluids swam past her finger. She sat up, eagerlywatching my pussy. “Holy shit! Do you always cum like that?” The next wave released as she pulledher finger out. The egg kept vibrating. They started a game of kicking their feet up into the underside of the table just so they could hear the thump.“ ... I’m pretty sure people who kick tables don’t get ice cream,” I commented at large. The thumps ceased, forthwith, as they say.In the process of getting plates full of pizza back to the table for three young children and taking possession of the custom pie I’d ordered, Mercedes wound up on the bench seat inside of me on “our” side of the semi-circular booth. There was plenty of.