“I can’t wait to tell your lady about this.“May I?“Perhaps next time her, you and me?“Would you like that?“That would be very exciting for... me.“How about you?“Would you like to watch your lady and me pleasure each other?“Then you could have me while she watched.“And I could tell Jean Pierre all about it when I got home.“Now give it to me, fuck my brains out.“Show Jean Pierre how good you are.“I want all of that big cock slamming into me, right up to your balls.“Eight and a half inches wasn’t. ..’ His eyes didn’t move from my crotch as I licked my fingertips and placed them on my swollen mound. I began to tease my clit with my wet fingertips. I could see several other guys lose focus on their work and begin to watch us and the feeling of being watched added to the heat that was spreading through my damp pussy. They all knew now what it looked like when I gave in to an orgasm, how my lip quivered and my eyes closed as I felt it surge through my body. I was so close now, almost there…. My mother loved painting and she wanted to have a future in that profession but my father didn’t allow her to work. She had to work a lot at home and did the entire house hold chores after which there was no time left for anything else. She was not happy with my father, he used to abuse her too and soon they had started fighting. When I turned 14, she finally tried to portray her painting talent in an art gallery. It was there that she met Richard Jackson for the first time. Four years later my. I was thinking she may clean up and come by when she said ok and went in, but she walked around the front and came out to the deck through my house.I was a bit shocked but got her a coffee, and we went back out to the deck. She sat down, put her feet on my lap and put on my sun glasses that were on the table. She said while laughing. "So how did things work out with El?" She knew that I didn't really like her and was using her for sex. Keep in mind- I live 1/2 a block off the beach, and I have.