Uuhhhh..." Our bodies making wet slapping noises over the sound of the bouncing and creaking bed, with each fast hard thrust of my cock. My eyes were ...losed with intense pleasure as I slam my cock into her. I grunted, " Yeah...take my cock...fuck...yeah...good tight pussy..." " Oohhh...goddd..yyesss...fucckk mmmeeee...uuhhh...pppleassse..." She cries in response. I continue to rise up and down on top of her, sliding my fat, hard cock in and out of her drooling cunt. She feels my thick cock. The restaurant was located in a great hotel that also had a dance club. I was wearing a pink sweater dress that buttoned up the front with a V cut neck and was a couple of inches above my knees. He wore a pair of black dress slacks a grey shirt and nice tie.We had a very nice dinner and a bottle of wine. I enjoyed the good food while we talked about old times. It was a perfect evening so far. After dinner we went to the dance club also located in the same hotel. It was around 8:00 and the club. Mister Jester had her rolled out in the sun, bright yellow, decked out in the livery of the World War II training facility in Pensacola, Florida. Lovely. She shines.“Here she is, Mizz Cindy,” Mister Jester said.“Beautiful.”“She prob’ly ain’t shined like this since she left the factory,” he smiled. “We flew ‘er yesterday to double-check the rigging. She’s straight and true.”The guy behind him smiled broadly. “I’m Brian Price. Mister Jester hides me. I’m one of his mechanics.”“Glad to meet you,. From a far corner an older black woman responded. "You go girl!"At this, the whole house burst into laughter and the waitress smiled. "Hon, we all agree with you, but I still can't sell you a beer."Feeling that she'd won a small victory Isidora settled for a coke. Her temper turned off as fast as it had turned on. The meal turned out to be decent, and before we'd finished, almost every woman in the house stopped by the table to wish Isidora good luck with her marriage. It reminded me of our.