“This is his fuckcream,” she said. “I bet you’ve never cum this much inyour entire life. It’s shocking that you managed ...to getme pregnant in the first place.”“Jason, you…you son of a bitch!” he stammered.“Yes he is,” said Candace. “I am a bitch. His bitch.”“Sorry, but Candace is MY wife now,” Jason said. “Shedoesn’t want you any more.”“I never wanted you, Mr. Four-incher,” said. Around 3:40 Monica walked in, looked around until she spotted me and came to the booth. I stood until she was seated before reclaiming my place. The waitress came to take our orders and we made small talk until our coffee was served.I started by asking, "What was it I said or did that so disturbed you?" You implied that I do not enjoy my life," she answered."Well, do you, Monica?" I retorted. "Do you enjoy your life as you think you should?" I'll have you know I am a happily married woman," she. My hand was on her inner thigh, gripping a handful of her soft white flesh. I teased my cock, slick with her own juice, between the swollen lips of her pussy. I slid my entire length against her quim, from the tip of my throbbing cock to the base of my shaft.'Please, Sir; I need it back inside me...' she panted, her voice barely a whisper. My eyes met hers and I smirked, the heady feeling of power sweeping over me, making my engorged cock even harder. I reached out and gripped her left. The two men in the other room finished up and left and so it was just me Sarah, the bar man and the 8 men in this room, one of the men came to the bar and we soon recognised him from when we've been in there before and he mentioned another guy Mal who was sat with the other men was in and did we want to go and sit with them, so we agreed.The 8 men soon became 6 men as two had to leave for work next day, this left the men that were generally retired, their ages were somewhere between 60 and 70,.