She askedwhat the joke was, so I chuckled and told her. She justgiggled and raised her eyebrows. About 15 minutes latershe asked, “How big did y...u say, Colin?”“About nine inches, give or take,” I replied. A fewminutes more silence, then she asked me to point him outto her. So, my eyes scanned the bar and I pointed himout to her, leaning on the bar and alone. She looked atme and her face said it all – she wanted him.Her enthusiasm was infectious and I’m sure. There was one man looking at her and she saw his tented trousers and she wondered what he was thinking. He was fat, old and bald, but right then she wasn’t sure that if they had been alone in the store that she wouldn’t have gone to her knees in front of him.The cucumber was still on her mind as she turned the key in the ignition. Why hadn’t she bought it? It would have been ten times more fun than her hairbrush. She saw the time on the dashboard clock. She had two hours before she had to be. Kevin would insist that I sit close to him, and, between courses his hand would slide up my inner thigh to my pussy. Then he would remove his hand and lick the mixed juices that had oozed out of my cunt since our communal shower. Usually, by the second or third time that he touched me my orgasm would sweep through my body and I would somehow have to stop myself from screaming in the busy restaurant. After dinner we would all go to his room and drink more champagne from his mini-bar. Then we. Dump all that cum in me.” I just kept on filming as I could see his cock pause in the rhythm and then throb and throb. He pumped his cum in her pussy. Slowly he stopped fucking her. At first he left his cock deep inside her when he stopped, then he slowly pulled his cock out of her. A stream of white, glistening cum could be seen running out of her little hole and also dripping off the tip of his dick and onto her thigh. He placed those panties back over her pussy as if closing a door. He moved.