Huley didn't budge. She held the jacket open for me, watching mischievously.Defeated, I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, briefly, then told the se...ver that I would take the chicken. Huley eyed me skeptically, still baring her shoulder."That wasn't a kiss," she accused."What would you like? We're holding the line up," I whispered."Do you call that a kiss?"The server handed me my plate and looked to Huley but when she didn't turn to order the server asked the person behind me what he. ’ ‘Thank you,’ Ardele answered shyly. ‘And what do you do for a living, Patrick?’ Mother asked. ‘I … we … have a charter boat business. We take people on cruises and fishing trips and nature explorations, mostly during the summer months.’ ‘How in the world did you get into that?’ she asked, clearly surprised. ‘Do you remember Father’s boat?’ ‘Of course. We spent many a happy day on that boat before … before I left.’ ‘Did you know Father had died?’ I asked, unsure just what she did know. ‘Yes, I. .!' I wantonly moaned. He took a step towards the side of the cubicle and aimed my own cock to the opposite wall. The first jet of spunk left my body as it smeared across the tiled wall at about chest height. Then another. And another. And then I removed his hand from my softening cock, unable to take any more, as the last dribbles of my orgasm ran from the tip of my penis to the tiled floor.'Wow! That's a lot of spunk!' he commented. I smiled, embarrassed. I took a couple of pieces of toilet. Just taking my time, tasting and licking. Clearing her juices away to make room for round two. I worked her over slowly, until the shaking stopped and the writhing and moaning started again. Until she was dripping for me, again… ———– Best meal of my life, and it wasn’t just the food I was dining on. I was still taunting her, with my hands and my mouth. It wouldn’t be long until she came again if I’d kept it up. I knew she was getting impatient, frustrated and she reiterated that fact when she.