We squeeze each other so vigorously that we both groan into each other’s mouths as we kiss for the first time. Again, the thoughts of our future fu...king courses through my mind as her tongue slides into my mouth. I slowly pull away, remembering we were in the middle of a crowded restaurant that probably wouldn’t want us breaking all the furniture with our ‘first encounter fuckfest’. But don’t get me wrong, both of our profiles clearly display our love of fucking in very public places in front. Martha must have tried on seven pair of blue jeans before she found the perfect pair. They were faded, skin tight, and they hugged all of her curves perfectly. The stomping boots were picked out much easier than I had expected. Then there was the blouse or shirt as the clerk kept calling it. It was red plaid with a stiff collar and lots of buttons. There were two pockets that covered her breasts nicely. However, she was determined to wear her sexy black bra under it. When I asked about panties. He was fucking my mouth. I loved it. Especially when he started to finger my pussy with his chunky fingers. I was soaking wet. He quickly let go of my hair and i pulled off his cock, he told me to kneel down in front of him. As I did he ripped my dress, revealing my tits with my large hard nipples. I started playing with them while he wanked his throbbing cock onto my tits. A massive load of cum shot onto my tits and even my lips, I licked the cum off my lips while i rubbed his cum onto my. (I'd heard enough.) Fucking her face, I closed my eyes and resumed my day dreams. I changed her from one position to the next, each one designed for my pleasure. I finally had her back on the floor kneeling in front of me, held there by a handful of hair. I began stroking my cock. She was trying to pull away. "Don't come on my face!" she cried out, but it was too late. Her protest was met with flying streams of cum. (Now, I'm not exactly a human sprinkler system like Peter North, but I did make.