"Mmmm, it feels big." She said seductively, and leant forward to lightly kiss Tommy's lips, as she leant back she squeezed again. "Enjoy the view." Sh...e said and she smiled deeper.With her eyes locked on his, Leah slowly sank down onto her knees before Tommy. She knew he could had a perfect view straight down her dress, but she had only partly meant that view when she said it, she had mainly meant the view of her, his mother, sucking on his dick.The thought of what she was about to do made her. Like you would see a guy sitting in the parking lot or walking round and round in circles and you knew why he was there. He wanted a release. Often he wasn't picky how he got it. I found with many men, it seemed like they were grateful when I did things. In a way it also felt like an escape from my normal life, not that it was horrible, it was simply nice to get away.I feel what I did really depended on how I felt in that moment. If the guy made me comfortable or uneasy. If I felt no one else. I flick my tongue on my fingernail imagining it's your cock head, and then I take the whole finger in my mouth, alternating sucking slowly and quick. I glance down and notice he has a bulge in his pants. Clearly my finger sucking has got him hard. I'm very pleased with myself at this. He tells me to look at you and says, “Let him know he is watching you be a slut… And show him you’re enjoying it.” He asks if I'm wet and I nod, never breaking eye contact with you while still sucking my finger. . The old man said, they were just fine - they were used to sharing everything.People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman said ‘No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.’Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man.