Moments later she stopped, grabbed it at the base and stared at it as if she were sizing it up; her continuous gaze stopping at one inch intervals. Im...ediately, her lips parted again and my cock disappeared. This time her mouth strokes were longer and more powerful. She began to push her mouth harder over the shaft; each gulp more purposeful than the previous. She would pause momentarily as my cock reached deeper. I could feel my engorged head hitting the back of her throat causing a slight. I knew it was her I saw through the peek hole in the door and opened the door standing with my shirt open but covering my cock. she smiling and talking walked right in looking to see my open shirt. We stood again in kitchen but this time I let my shirt flop around showing my cock as we talked ,it was so exciting I was wanting her to look at my cock more and more. she didn't disappoint me at all when I looked at her book she looked at my cock I was trying to keep from getting hard but was having. Everywhere in the world apparently the outside of a bar looks recognizable, even to strangers as a bar. But not so in Japan, often there will be no recognizable signs or neon's of any kind and only the locals know what that that building is used for.My money was good at this bar, but just barely, and I think I got shortchanged for my Kirin beer that I spent the next hour nursing in a corner. I was the immediate subject of considerable, but not particularly friendly, interest. I gave up after. "Am I? Gosh, I didn't mean to. How am I distracting you?"Ed rolled his eyes. "You know very well how." No, I really don't," Dahlia replied, trying to look innocent, though the twinkling in her eyes gave her away."Fine, I'll spell it out. You're distracting me with your womanly wiles." Oh, that!" Yes, that."Dahlia shrugged. "You call it cheating, and I call it levelling the playing field." Good girl," Veronica praised from a nearby fold out chair, looking up from her crossword puzzle. Next to.