Below the wheel was a shelf where the cook set the plates once he had filled an order. Small heat lamps hung down to keep the food warm.The Formica co...nter had a small stainless steel rail that ran across the back. Built into the rail were menu holders, with small menus sticking up. In front of the menus were the condiments, sugar, catsup, mustard, salt, and pepper. Ed reached over to the menu holder and pulled out two of them, handing one to Nora. Opening it, he saw that the food was typical. Grabbing his head I started cumming in his mouth. I was trying to be quiet but if someone was getting changed, there is no mistaking what was going on in the last shower stall.Half way, maybe a little more, through my orgasm the Married Guy had stood up and was kissing me again, He hadn't swallowed my cum and now it was mixing in with both our mouths as we kissed again. There was some cum lost in the process and it was all over our chins and dripping on our chests.Dropping to my knees, I had to. Her tits felt wondrously slick against his soapy palms, and Jerry massaged them tenderly, reveling in their shape and texture, delighting in tickling the erectile nipples.His mom's hips and belly were next, his fingers slippery over them, tingling at the feeling of wet, slick skin. Bubbles grew multi-colored in the golden bush of her pubic hair, and Jerry went to his knees to wash her pussy. Her thighs excited him, too, and he stroked them up and down, then proceeded to her calves and. …………………………………. Nate woke up and looked at the girl beside him. Groaning inwardly, he got up and got dressed quietly. He was jaded by constant one night stands with women he barely knew. The problem was that he never got to know them better, assuming they were typical bimbos who slept around more than he did. What he wanted was a girl to date, someone who didn’t know who he was, or his family. He wore the mantle of being Connor McCarthy’s son badly. His father was an elite athlete who had made.