I could hear her pussy squelching on his fingers, she released my cock once more as she groaned in pleasure holding onto me for support. The more she... groaned the harder he fingered her, I strained trying to see what he was doing but to no avail. He realised what I was doing and with a broad grin he pulled his fingers out of her. Moving his hand up to show me four dripping wet fingers as if to taunt me, he wiped her juices over her bum cheek. He moved his hand back clearly rubbing her wet. Since Miguel and his wife were the only people in the bar when I arrived, I asked him in Spanish if he knew where I might find some office furniture. Turns out I asked the right person. Miguel looked thoughtful for a second or two before speaking.“Maybe I do, Señor Ty. I think maybe some of the stores on the other side of the river might have some things like that. They have many such things abandoned by travelers on the Royal Road of the Interior.”The Camino Real, also called the King’s. I was two glasses of wine into a bottle of crisp, dry cabernet when I spotted her trying hard not to look at me. It was one of those glances that shift way immediately, only to come right back again. By then she realized that she had been caught looking. Instantly, I wondered if Id caught her looking, or if she had just reeled me in with her incredible eyes. It didn't really matter. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular. "So finish telling me your fantasy," Urged Marcie. "Shit, I was hoping you had forgotten," Rose replied. She took a deep breath and asked, "ok, where was I?" "You were in the outhouse lusting over Dorothy what's her name," said Marcie. "Lamour, oh yeah, I remember. Anyway, I'm being really quiet while this girl goes into the stall next to me and pees. Then I can hear her making these, you know, grunting noises. Not really grunting, more feminine than that. Imagine Marilyn Monroe grunting. Like.