I could feel the moisture building between Madison legs and I knew she was getting close to squirting orgasm."Oh fuck, Adam. FUCK! Stop, stop, stop! I... don't wanna squirt all over my bed." My thrusts were getting wetter and all that wetness was dripping off my swinging testicles. She struggled against her bonds as she whimpered through my continuous thrusting. "Please," she moaned breathlessly. "Please stop."I gave her dark hair another tug as I kept fucking her hard and fast. “Oh yeah, you feel. But someone had already caught my eye. Another customer working on her iPad across the cafe. She had short brown hair, around 35 years old, average body build but sadly had a wedding ring on. She looked engrossed in her work on her iPad but smiled gently every few lines she typed. I watched as she worked, smiling, crossing and uncrossing her legs to revel a glimpse of her shinny black stockings that she had under her black figure hugging dress. She caught me looking a few times and smiled. "We went in and found that Daddy had reserved the 'Ponderosa' dining roomfor us, "When I saw that y'all'd met up outside, I knew that it'd be abig party," he smirked."Yep! Just like a Tom fool attorney to hide sumthin'. Ain't it, Jay Lee"Asked Grandpa in humor."I don't know about that, Grandpa. You're talking about Daddy," Igiggled."Dang it, Yer right! Muh eyes must need glasses," he cackled with glee,having poked fun at Daddy who was smiling, knowing that Grandpa lovedhim.Marge, the waitress. Me, and since we're being honest with one another here," I told her. "I think I've got an even higher sex-drive than you do, and here I am ... damn near celibate again, though not on purpose mind you, hell Theresa, I'm constantly thinking about it, all the time in fact ... especially when we're here..." Now I did catch myself, and shut up, though my wide-open eyes had already spoke volumes.Theresa stood looking at me. I wanted to swallow ... anything in fact, but there was nothing too swallow,.