It was only five minutes later when a gentleman around 35 had come over to her table. He asked if it was alright for him to sit down and chat. My wife... quickly gave him the ok as he sat down in the booth. The two of them chatted for a good ten minutes when I got a huge surprise. The gentleman now had reached down and removed his cock from his pants as I watched my wife’s hand move underneath the table. He had talked her into stroking off his cock right there in the booth as I watched from across. And forty years later ... Old goat!" Ya'll got time, sit down and drink coffee with us," Cindy said."Oh, no, dear," Myra said. "We have to get to church, but maybe some other time, okay?" We'd love that. We're here a lot of Sunday mornings," I added. I stood and shook their hands as they left.I took a sip of coffee, smiling at Cindy. "I'm married to a famous woman." It was nice of them to stop by," she said. "But you're what makes me famous. If it weren't for YOU, I'd be just another screwed-up. I moved between her legs and began to nibble on her love button. She pulled my face tight into her puss urging me to lick deeper into her warm folds. I could taste her arousal as her pussy began to replace the taste of the water with her juices. I buried my tongue deeper trying to drink every drop. Her rubbed her plump slit against my face as her ass began to jump and buck as she came, her warm juices flooding my mouth. Licking harder I took her through another quick climax. She pulled me to my. ‘Just touch me,’ she intoned. As Craig continued his attention to Ida’s breasts, She let Her hands slide down Her sides, over Her hips and down the outside of Her thighs. Slowly She spread Her legs open and let Her hands slide first to the inside of Her thighs, and then up to just gently stroke at the edges of Her slightly swollen pussy. ‘Watch me,’ Her hoarse whisper betraying Her arousal as Her fingers began to dance and play. She let one finger slide up and down Her glistening slit. She.