He bounced up and down on my finger until at last cum exploded out of him, filling my hand.He stayed on my finger for long moments, enjoying the cum. ... moved my fingertip a little to stimulate him.“Oh, yes…” he gasped.We worked together to milk his orgasm for all it was worth, but when it finally subsided, he grinned and pulled off my finger.“That was amazing,” he said, leaning down and kissing me.Then he stood and stepped a few feet away from me.“Cleanup!” he called.Two people, a man old. The tops of my breasts are clearly defined as well as the top of my chest and neck. All exposed to your stare. As you stand to allow me to get to my seat you slip your hand inside my coat and place it on my side. With a shocked look on your face, your lips come in contact with mine in what can only be called a startled kiss. Your kiss is adorable in it’s awkwardness. Closing my coat around my waist I give you a coy little smile and slide into my seat. As you return to your seat next to me I. She wore a black halter top and gray tennis skirt. Her hair was pulled back under a cap and she wore aviator sunglasses. “Show me a picture later after you work up a sweat,” I told her.Stela was happy to oblige. She sent a second picture later. She was in the bathroom of their beach house and her body was glistening with sweat. She had taken off the skirt and wore only little black panties with her halter top. “I want you to cum for me,” I told her. “With your husband in the house, I. ‘Ready?’ ‘Yes.’ They made their way back out to the street together and following his lead they were soon at a little shop that Samantha would never be able to find again if she had too. ‘Here we are,’ he said, indicating that she should go in before him. It was a pleasant little place, not like any store she had ever been in. Unlike any store in the States she amended. There were a couple of aisles of t-shirts, some plain, some with sayings and logos on them. In the back there was a small.