She found him in the last seat of a corner, a seat lovers or businessmen usually used to avoid being eavesdropped. Mr. Singh saw her and gestured at t...he seat opposite to him. She nodded and sat there.“Is something wrong sir?” asked Seema. “Is it about how I behaved in the restaurant last week? I’m really sorry about that, it won’t happen again.”“Calm down,” said Mr. Singh, “have the coffee.”Seema sipped the coffee nervously without taking her eyes off him. Mr. Singh rummaged through his pockets. Thiswas the last place he mentioned going to, and the restrooms at the otherend of the mall are closed down for maintenance." Well, I can go in and check it out for you if you want," the man repliedslowly, a subtle hinting somehow hidden underneath his words. I'd heardthat kind of tone before, most often used by guys while hitting on girls inbars. My blood started to run hot as I realized the guy was trying to pickup my wife. What kind of a scumbag would try to take advantage of a womanwhen. “I can feel your balls hitting my asshole!”“You like that?” I goaded as I pounded her mercilessly.“Yeah I- I fucking like it!” she moaned. Her body then began to turn beneath me. “Get behind me. I want you behind me.”I slid out of her and she rolled onto her side and then settled on her hands and knees in the grass. Her skirt had fallen down to cover her ass. I positioned myself behind her and jerked her skirt up onto her back, exposing her beautiful round Latina ass. I gripped her hips. I occasionally see some gorgeous females come through my door, but this one was easily in the top five. I guessed she was about 5' 4' and maybe 115 pounds. Her hair was shoulder-length and a deep glossy red that couldn't have come out of a bottle. Her face was still at that wholesome teenage stage before all the baby-fat has gone. Her figure, what I could see of it in the sack of a dress she wore, was magnificent. I felt a twitch below my belt that was my dick nodding in agreement.I hooked a.