“Where can I get a bowl of soup, and a cup of coffee close by?” the tall gray haired man asked.“There aren’t many place close by,” the agent...replied.“Don’t need but one,” the old man said with a stone face.When you leave the waiting room through that door over there.” The ticket agent pointed to the front door. “Turn right, then go two block and turn right again on Church street. About half way down the block on the left is the Downtown Diner. They have coffee for sure. They might have. "Looks like your condom broke, you know that the rules say you are to stop right away and replace the condom when they break." She put her legs together as she said this. She pulled the torn condom off my cock and threw it in the trash. "I could not stop, it felt so good." I said. "I am okay with this, I love having a man fill my womb with his seed, especially a young one like you. But I better go clean up before someone notices. My name is Darla by the way since I have a pussy full of your cum. She told me that she needed to go back and let that guy fuck her. I said go ahead I'll be in the food court when you get done. She kissed my cheek and skipped away headed back to the shoe store. I went to the food court and got a coke then sat and waited on my wife. I got my phone out and started playing free cell. Time slipped away and it was nearly two hours before my bride came walking up. I didn't see her at first and she leaned down and whispered that her pussy was wet and loose. I glanced. " I said, quietly."That's right, and where is it?" "Inside me." "Inside you where?" My vagina?"I was the recipient of another gale of laughter. "And sluts don't got 'vaginas' neither. They got pussies, or cunts, or fuckholes, or whatever, but shit, not 'vaginas'! Where the fuck do I got my cock?" I nearly choked. "In my... my pussy." That's right, now, you like it, so tell me you like it. Say it." He said this, his long-fingered hands holding my buttocks, his hips grinding in tiny circles,.