I talked with a few people but it was only chit-chat, nothing of substance. That changed when an older man asked if the seat next to me was taken. I r...plied “No” and he plopped down, smiled, and we began chatting about life here in town while he bought me a glass of wine, my third of the night. He was from Newfoundland, Canada, in his early sixties, and was living on his boat in the harbor for a few days. He gave me a short version of his life, described his boat, and I didn't have much chance. The friction of his beard on the back of her neck and the hard rod in her dignified gap combined to make her feel like she was "Alice in Wonderland" where things are never what they seem. She watched in disgust as two women directly in front of her were French kissing each other with serious intent like lovers on the way to the Eiffel Tower.After all, she was a recognized Doctor of Medicine and was accredited by the State Board of Physicians and besides, she was a Psyberterian and her parents. She had these huge pussy lips and a clit that looked about two inches long. I kept popping my head up in between eating her to see Marie's tongue working on Barb's pussy. The whole thing had my young dick quivering.After a while a got up, lifted her legs and slid my cock into her. She let out a gasp when I did because I didn't do it slow I went all the way inside her in one stroke. Barb leaned over and our tongues met. I remember thinking, wow these two kiss better than my girlfriend and I. And Mama don't have a clue. She'd shit a big red brick if she knew. She think that dick is so hot, and yet she still running across the bridge to suck on your pretty little pink pussy, ain't she, Laura? Anyway, I just dumped that loser Donnell. Always fucking around behind your back. Think he the fucking king rooster. Fuck him. Me and Maisie really click, and boy do we have ourselves some fun. She ain't quite as pretty as you, Laura, or as experienced, shall we say? She white like you, by the.