You know what I mean?”“I know exactly what you mean,” said Brad. “It must be something they teach in courtesan school.”“Don’t ever say t...hat to Jasmine,” warned Josh. “She wants to believe you were overcome with love for her.”“I was,” said Brad. “I have to say I was.”By then the women were back with little grilled cheese sandwiches, and black olives, and sweet pickles, as well as baby carrots and Liebfraumilch, which Julie explained each woman could have just a taste of since the carrot juice. I let go of all my inhibitions and kissed him back, savouring the moment. Surprised or not, I embraced the fundamental 'rightness' of it all.In that moment, my heightened senses seemed acutely aware of every detail. I could taste the salt of his sweat and the chlorine of the tub. His stubble felt like tiny pin pricks on my chin. When I grasped his shoulders, I could feel his muscles ripple below the skin."Is this...is this...okay?" he asked sheepishly as he pulled away."Mmmm," I replied, "It's. She sucked for a good ten minutes, when she stood up and i want that big cock deep in my asshole. She then turned around and bent over. She looked back over her shoulder and said fuck me like you mean it. I bent over buried my tounge into her asshole liking her sweet pussy from behind she was moaning like a good whore. When she said stop teasing me and stick that cock in my ass. I stood up rubbed my cock over her whole and said first things first. I slide my cock into her wet pussy it was. She talked about school, the classes she was taking and her free time activities. I told her about my time in college, what I did after graduation, and what I was doing now. The conversation flowed easily, like we had known each other a long time. People in the restaurant looked at us and smiled, assuming she was my daughter. If only they knew. After dinner I picked up the tab and paid, then asked “Would you like to go get a drink?” “I’m not old enough” she replied. “I think we can deal with.