She spat out the small amount of juice that had infiltrated her mouth and then flinched as the rest of it spurted over her face and down her chin. And...rson watched his cum drip down Farida’s face and he rubbed it in with his thumb, smudging her eye makeup to create the slutty look that he loved when watching films. Only, from now on, there wouldn’t be a film or a fuck here on earth, that would beat this experience. For her part, Farida couldn’t wait to rush to the bathroom and wash her face.. We turned and faced each other. He reached over with his free hand, touched my hip, stroked my ass. Then my cock was in his hand, his grip gentle but firm. He stroked a few times, enough to coax a moan out of me. A drop of precum appeared on the tip; he touched it with a finger and spread it gently around the head. “Oh, God,” I said. I felt for his cock with my free hand. His dick was a little shorter than mine but also thicker. Precum was pouring out of it. I used it to lube his whole. He talked about putting flowers in hair (yes, exactly like the song), pouring her a nice glass of wine and enjoying pizza in the park. She was having a fantasy about them making out while the beat of the drum circles played on in the background. That’s cookie though, a hopeless romantic always lost in some delusional fantasy. He hoped to make this one come true.The day of the flight they dropped Izzy off with nana and went to the airport. Cookie was in one of her best dresses. A black and white. ” I spluttered with as much indignation as I could muster. “I expect you could use a little maintenance yourself.” He spun me around, deftly relieving me of the lemonade pitcher as he pressed both my hands above my head with his left hand as he helped himself to my hardened nipples with the right. “I’ve been watching you all morning Vivian, and I doubt you were daydreaming about chains and brakepads back there. Well, maybe chains...” My resolve by this time had melted away more.