.' My wrist was released and the two of them argued briefly till she turned back towards me and grabbed me by the hair again. She turned me over to m... stomach and squatted down on my back pulling my head up between her knees telling her boyfriend '...come over here and get your dick sucked, get over her I want to see him sucking your damn dick...' I could not see what he was doing but heard his zipper and the rustle of cloth. Next I smelled the aroma of his crotch and felt his penis brush. “We go there every year on our way to the convention. They only have waiters and they’re all cowboys.” She was beginning to beam as she described the place. “They’re wearing tight jeans and boots, why some are even wearing chaps.” “If she had her way they’d be wearing spurs, too.” Sal added with a deep stoned laugh. She punched him playfully. I was thinking a place like that in Flagstaff? I wondered if it was like that place in Denver Joe had described. I could see they had a big night. I didn't grasp the implications of that, I was just along for the ride. And ride she did! She humped up and down on me furiously while I groped her swinging breasts. It felt so good when her slick wet pussy slid up and down my dick. I started feeling like I would have another one of those heart attack feeling orgasms, but before I could, she came and rolled off of me. She asked me if I liked it, and I said sure. She told me that I was no longer a virgin, and now neither was she.I asked her. She kissed me on the cheek and immediately took some sips of her bottle water. I could tell Connie felt so relieved that I had the air conditioner on full blast. She removed her cap and leaned back to get more comfortable. I was aroused looking at her perspired body. ‘Oh, my God, it feels so good in here.’ Connie said softly. ‘Yeah, that’s why I’m taking my time deciding what I want to have for lunch.’ We ate pasta and garlic bread at this beautiful Italian restaurant in Tribeca. We were in awe.