"Hi" she shyly replied. "I'm Peter" "Lucy" "What's a cute girl like you sitting alone in a pub?" She let out a cute giggle as she covered her mouth "T...at's your pickup line?" she asked amused. God I wanted to fuck her then and there. I nodded proudly "I thought that was a good one, no?" She shrugged "Even if it was, I think you're a bit too old for me" Old?" I scoffed "How old are you?" She looked at me "19" Damn, I needed me this teen pussy. "I'm 42, not too old for you" She stared at me, not. A thin sheen of sweat began to make her light brown skin glisten and her soft cries became almost screams of passion as the first waves of her impending orgasm rippled through her tiny frame. Her head thrashed against the bed and her thighs squeezed my hips as she came. I could feel the clenching of her muscles around my shaft almost painfully as I rode out her climax. As the throes of orgasmic pleasure began to subside I slipped my hands up around her knees and pushed them back until they were. Considering how many of my handkerchiefs I had filled with my own cum when we played on the phone, it seemed fair. You tell me that I may keep it and I fold the token and place it in my pocket. We have a wonderful dinner, talking and laughing a lot. As if we had know each other forever. And yet, we are also both getting turned on chatting and flirting with each. You are beginning to think that you should ask for the hanky back, to stem the flow of wetness in your crotch… it is so wet. It is. "Sissy Michelle didn't know that I lived less than three minutes away, soshe responded, "I wish that was true as well. I would kill to have evenpart of this happen to me."Be careful what you ask for.I suggested that perhaps we should take our conversation out of thepublic forum. She readily agreed and gave me her kik address. I was rockhard in anticipation of my new conquest when I pinged her.After a little small talk, I sent her a picture of my cock. Now I need toexplain, I am blessed to have.