She went to the Kitchen and raw sugar and French vanilla creamer next tothe coffee maker. That paused and put a smile on her face. She knew thatScott ...drank his coffee black so he got them just for her. That littledeed of getting what she liked to add to her coffee just strengthen hernotion he was a keeper.She went to the living room and enjoyed her coffee while waiting. Shethought about how perfect the night is going to be. Scott was impressingher the right way by being himself.Scott told her. "What, you're not embarrassed about talking about girl's clothing, areyou, Jack?" "James?" Mother looked at us like she was expecting ananswer. "Well, Mrs. Johnson, my mother would think I was weird if I talked toher about her clothes," Jack commented."You've never complemented her on how nice she looks, Jack?" Motherglared at him."Well, of course I told her she looks nice and smells nice and all, butI'd never tell her anything other than that!" Jack responded. "So wouldn't it be appropriate to. This went on for a short period of time when we were shocked to see that he had pick himself up from where he was sitting and proceeded to walk towards us. He then positioned himself right in front of us where we now could see his cock up front and personal. He then kneel down in front of my wife and me. The two of us could not believe this had just happened and watched in amazement. He then introduced himself as Jose from Brazil who said he live in the area. My heart was racing from the. I walked up to the the men’s room and it looked clear so I went inside and entered a stall. Right when I was finished and getting ready to exit the stall and clean myself up a bit before leaving, I heard the door open and men talking to each other. From what they were saying it was easy to tell that they were talking about me and whether I was in here or not. Then I heard the voice of the guy I had just fucked telling the others that I was a slut and that I said I couldn’t get enough cum. After.