As he waited for his order, he sipped an espresso at the bar. The restaurant catered more to locals who zipped in for their order and then disappeared...back into the street. He watched two old ladies, dressed in matronly print blouses and proper skirts gossiping over their lunch plates at one of the tables. A pile of chicken bones was the only clue to what they had eaten remaining on their table. Even their beer glasses were completely drained.Hunter noticed a copy of the Wall Street Journal. "That looks very uncomfortable," she whispered. "You can adjust it if you want."Sweat broke out on Ryan's forehead. He was unable to move, paralyzed with fear and excitement. There was no way he was going to adjust his penis if front of this woman."Here," Mary said and boldly reached down and grasp his hardened penis. "My, my," she gasped when she felt his pulsing shaft.Ryan jumped in his seat and almost climaxed as he felt the warm and soft hand of the pretty woman wrap around his shaft. It. I sat my phone on the bed side table and rolled over. Than instead of hearing the sound of a text back I heard it ring. I was trying to focus on my phone and figure why it sounded different. That is when I realised it was a face time. So I answered it and I see my wife looking back at me but I only see her head. I answer with hi how is your night going. Very loudly she answers great followed with I’m a bit drunk. I asked how much she had had to drink to which she ansers all of it. She starts to. I barely had time to pull back and wrap my lips around the base of the head to create a light seal in hopes of saving all of his cum. I kept my head still and my lips wet, and he took over stroking himself. He was frantic and desperate to cum, his hand pushing against my lips, the roughness of it all turning me on even more. The feeling of warm cum shooting at the roof of my mouth and into my throat surprised me. I was overcome with ecstasy and I felt my body relax with his as though I were.