Our best bet is this very coffee shop. Mr. Jackson was apparently a Starbucks junky and worked at a repair shop right around the corner. He stopped in...almost every day during his lunch break." That sounds promising, especially since it was the most recent." This entire shopping center is owned by one entity and they run it like an open air mall. A small security staff and cameras everywhere. There's practically no corner of this courtyard that isn't covered. I want to start there, Since they. I found myself glancing at her legs. The robe had fallen off one leg, exposing much of her thigh. I could see silky flesh almost all the way to her ass. I forced myself to turn away.A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of cut off sweat pants and no shirt. I had boldly left my underwear off. "I'll get a soda. Want a glass of wine?" Already had three," she giggled, "but I'll take another."I placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table front of Cindy and I sat close to. I felt my lips and my entrance slowly stretch to accommodate his size. And then I felt his smooth shaft pressing along the walls of my insides. I felt all of him. I was in total ecstasy. I had never had a sensation or a feeling like this before.... being stretched and filled to capacity by a man's dick. He started to fuck me so perfectly. I wanted to scream with pleasure it felt that good. We made eye contact several times which made things more intense. His sexy facial expressions drove me. .." I literally moaned like a sex-starved cock queen. "Give it to me, baby."He reached out with the lube and squeezed, and a deliciously slick blob of it landed square between my ass cheeks, sliding between them as the greasy head of his cock pressed against me while I stood prone and spread-legged before him over the couch. I shuddered, dragging off of my cigarette in lust as he shoved for the first time. Delightful as he felt pressing against my back door, he didn't enter me on the first.