I didnt know what to do. Their conversation, their body language, and the way my wife touched his outstretched leg revealed they were close to each ot...er. She was seated with her back to me and was obviously intent on the guy she was with so I got up to leave. I dropped my napkin near the spot on the floor and surreptitiously wiped it up. When I got outside, I smelled it and, sure enough, it was cum. I sucked the napkin to taste it and could tell it was very fresh. By now, I was totally turned. " I smile at her. "Besides, Melissa thinks it's sweet; the ways I make time for you." Okay then!" she says, instantly brightening up. I know better though and I smile at her: "That was almost convincing Mom." I can't resist laughing. "I think it's sweet of you to pretend that you care about whether you're hogging me all to yourself." She smiles back and laughs with me. We continue to chit-chat for the next couple of hours, eventually lapsing into a comfortable silence. I find myself staring at. She was in for a busy time and her tears had already begun flowing as her hurried her along with his big hand tangled in her long hair.I let my two midshipmen, randy boys of fifteen or so, have the other woman, Amanda, and told them to enjoy her and then put her on the rail in just her shift. They smiled and promised, saying it might take a while.“No hurry,” I told them. “I will be quite busy.”That left me with the luscious, young Ramona who stood before me quite bravely, chin raised, eyes wet,. "Tim fingered his drink nervously. Where was that guy, he thought, glancing at his watch for at least the hundredth time. Just like a cop, never around when you needed him--probably he was out peeking into toilet stalls at the MacArthur Park John.Tim looked in the mirror behind the bar, saw a short, stocky red-haired man in a business suit standing by the doorway, peering around the room. Tim waited until the man caught his eyes in the mirror, then slowly nodded his head. The man walked over to.