"Roberto rose to his feet and pulled Ronnie to hers. "Come with me, I want to show you something."She resisted briefly when he pulled on her arm. Sigh...ng heavily, she allowed him to lead her through the crowd of people and out of the pavilion. She couldn't possibly imagine what Roberto wanted to show her, but he seemed like a nice enough man and although her heart was breaking because of his son, she didn't want to disappoint him.Roberto didn't speak as he led her toward the food booth she and. What I did, not helping Fuzz, had been intentional.Before I knew it, the Bartletts were standing in front of me. Mrs. Bartlett hadn't composed herself yet. She tried several times to say something to me, but couldn't get the words out."It's OK, Connie," Mr. Barlett quietly soothed his wife. He looked at me. "She wanted to thank you, but..." his words trickled off.I stood up, unsteady until I could get my crutches under my arms. I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. She bit her tears back. As we went on our way to dinner she said she didn't know what it was that I did to her but she couldn't get enough of my cock . She then tells me she really got wet when I played with her pussy in public the thought of someone knowing what I was doing got her really wet. We had dinner and It took all that I had not to finger her but I was going to wait until we were at the movies. I thought if it wasn't too packed I'd be able to get another blowjob. It was pretty busy so I thought there goes my. Just as I start to kiss and suck your neck a little harder I find your tits and cup them between my hands. Again, you gasp. You’re so caught up you don’t even realize that at the water’s edge a couple walks by. Too far to really tell what where my hands are, but present nonetheless. Again, you feel the bulge in my shorts grow against your back. You reach around to try to feel it, I let you run your hand against it for a few seconds before I move it and whisper “wait” in your ears. Once.