Then he let it out of his mouth and started licking the sides and the head.Could this really be in his sleep? And how is he so good at this?"Landon, a...re you awake?" I reluctantly whispered."Mmmnnnmmmm" he murmured back before putting my cock back in his mouth. I remembered him moaning the same nonsense as a k** when he was, for sure, asleep.My cock sent a message to my brain and told it to "Shut the fuck up!" And I did.I leaned back and enjoyed the incredible sensations. I really wanted to push. I had my rules and they all helped me enforce them: no kissing, keep your hands off my tits, cum only in or on my puss. It was far from romantic, I served them each quietly and for the most part unresponsively like a blow up sex toy until my cunt was too sore to use. By then there was a puddle of sperm on the seat and the floor in front of me. My pussy was soaked in it; it was running out of me like a festering wound. The hard part was getting out of there and to my car without them all. Sue defiantly lead the way in, daring anyone to challenge her. The shift manager did.He whispered that a minimum dress code is expected and she could either cover up or leave. She roared, “Bare tits are legal in NY and I don’t see any sign that says I can’t eat topless.” He silently pointed to an inconspicuous, framed, sign that read:We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone at any time.He smiled a creepy smile while staring at my wife’s tits. One of the younger diners abruptly stood up. She sucked until it was soft and drained.I was panting. She turned onto her side, raised herself onto her elbows and gave me a magnificent smile. I could not resist leaning into the car and kissing her passionately. Her beauty was overwhelming.After a few seconds of tongue-twisting, she abruptly broke our kiss and began to shift position in her seat. For a moment I thought she wanted to get out of the car, so I took a step back to let her out. But instead, she sat on the edge of the car seat,.