My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt myself go deep into her love canal. I immediately felt a light-headed elation, as partial relief was grante...d to me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” Mindy moaned and shivered. “God, that feels good!”Mindy continued to voice her pleasure and to egg me on. “Oh, God! Now fuck me! Harder! Oh, God! Please! Fuck my pussy!I needed no encouragement. I was a man possessed, pumping as hard and fast as I could. Each time I would find the bottom of Mindy’s pussy, my balls would. She stretched her body out on top of mine and lay down with her head next to mine. I could feel her stiff nipples grinding into my pectoral muscles as she snuggled in like a soft cat. She didn’t let me out of her tight pussy, though, and kept up a constant squeezing and milking action.“The thought of all that underage pussy must really turn you on. Or was it me?”“It was you, Skipper,” I answered and my cock didn’t betray me for once. Or maybe it really was the truth...We lay there cuddling. It's actually quite unusual and, although quite expensive, I'm sure the lady will like it - Hey! Excuse me - what the hell are you doing?"I turned my head to follow the salesman as his attention was drawn to my wife. She had been caught red-handed slipping a gold engraved bracelet into the pocket of her jacket. My heart dropped and I looked heavenward in exasperation. Annette stood before the salesman, eyes down looking at the floor, there was very little she could say in her defense. I could. I ordered a generic, chicken entrée and got comfortable. The waiter was filling my coffee cup for the third time."Excuse me. The guy at that table across the room looks awfully familiar. Do you know who he is?" Of course. That is Malcolm Eugene Foote. He is a city assemblyman. They expect him to run for congress in the next few years." Is that his wife with him? She is very pretty." No. That is the first time that I've seen that one. He always uses that table for special ladies, if you know.