He could have asked for another one to do his room, a girl more to his tastes. Slim, petite, bronze-skinned, black-haired, with an accentuated mound, ...erky little breasts, and readily erect dark nipples. They had one at the farm, he had seen her when he arrived, working in the vegetable garden. He had seen others, too, whom he had found attractive. He didn't feel it was worth the effort, though. And besides, the girl was clean, soft and warm, smelled good, talked little, and, as he had heard. Think of it what you will.It was a mild early June evening that she first came into the store. She was quite petite, of a mixed Asian and North European descent, with long shiny black hair that hung past her shoulders and the cutest of faces that made it difficult to tell her age, but my first guess was that she was in her late thirties, early forties. Her small but ever so delicately shaped breasts showed through the thin knitted cardigan she wore over her emerald green summer dress. She wore. He was so perfect he didn’t look real. Maybe she bought him directly off the pages of GQ?I have always been a believer in the benefit of situational awareness, and this was a great chance to scope out the competition. The two of them made their way over to a private table in the corner. I sat back down and ordered another pitcher.My table was full of students. It made excellent camouflage. I was only ten years older, so I blended right in. Not that I needed cover since those two were so clearly. After some quick foreplay, I had lifted her on the desk by her meaty thighs, hiked her skirt and fucked her hard. Her juicy snatch had swallowed my cock and massaged it quickly to orgasm. This had resulted in a pussy full of cum for her followed by a vigorous tongue lashing to ensure her satisfaction with the encounter. We had shared a long, deep kiss after and chuckled while we cleaned her desk top. She had told me to come back anytime.Olivia sauntered over and sat down next to me on the.