Reaching out I touch the waitress and when she looks at me I repeat our order. Her flushed face is pretty and as she writes our order her nipples show...prominent against her flawless tight shirt.I try not to stare at Bobby’s chest, which is very difficult. Over her shoulder I see our waitress talk to the wine waiter and points in our direction. In seconds he is asking me if I would like to order wine, while looking at Bobby’s chest. He jumps when I touched his hand saying, “The lady isn’t. You couldn't fit it, if you wanted" I teased. "With your build, the head of my cock will be smaking your diaphragm constantly. How tall are you anyway?" "Wanna bet I can?", he answered. "I've taken 7.5s before, ya'know. And I'm 4'11" if you must know." 4'11'', damn, this kid's hair-do doesn't even reach my schoulder."Wanna bet you can, you say?"Be careful with what you're betting on lil bro, I might have to take that bet." "I wish you did. I could use some action today!"At first I thought he. ‘You would like me to spank you, wouldn’t you?’‘Me? Ah?no?that’s silly,’ he said, face bright red.‘Is it? I think you should get up, walk out of the restaurant, reserve a room at the nearest hotel and come back here with the key. I’ll finish my meal and then take you back to the hotel and spank you.’‘Now,’ Mark stuttered gamely, ‘Carmen?that’s?’‘Last chance,’ I said, carefully placing my knife and fork on the entr?e plate. ‘Decide!’Slowly, Mark stood up, adjusted the bulge in his trousers and. We dated for about a year and, like I said, stuck mostly to heavy petting. Until one night. One night at her parent's place. We snuck off to the dining room and laid down under the table and began to make out. I pulled her house dress up and began to fondle her perky breasts and started to kiss her passionately. I let my hands wander down to her little belly and she took my hand and slipped them into her panties. She had a thick wirey bush and I could not resist. I had to see it. I knew we.