I looked at the time again. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl's skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed und...r, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In broad daylight, and in such a public place. She wasn't talking on the phone, it was still on the hook. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have. They kissed softly at first before passion took over, grabbing his hair pulling him even closer she could feel his muscles contract as their tongues met. The feel of his arms wrapped around her made her realize the possibilities, she could feel his erection growing ever harder and to her pleasure ever bigger.He finally took control after what seemed like hours, he picked her up with ease and took her to the edge of the balcony sitting her on the side. Still kissing passionately he began to find. She managed to finish her meal the same time as John even if he had started before her.John heard the quiver in her voice as she said, "Thank you John. That was truly good. I haven't been out for a burger since Daddy..." Carrie began crying once more and John sat looking at her for a moment. Without thinking he slid toward her and wrapped her in his arms. He felt her shaking against his chest while her tears made his shirt wet. Finally she stopped crying and sat back up. She smiled and rummaged. Groping for Conor my hand slide upwards in search of him and lightly began to explore him and lightly tracing the ridge around the helmet of his member and then up towards his thick mat of pubic hair. Stroking and stimulating his cock I delighted as it began to grow and rear and curve against my fingers. Stroking the tender web between the balls and sliding a finger down towards the center seam as Natasha worked on my soaking pussy driving me wild I leaned forward and slide my tongue out.