He looked up at her as his fingertips kissed the lips of her pussy. Her mouth was open as she panted, her eyes locked on her phone. She wasn’t typin...g so much anymore. Her mind must’ve been elsewhere. Matt kept waiting for her to stop him. To draw the line somewhere on this game that had already gone too far. And as he slipped his middle finger inside her tender, wet lips he wondered, how far I was going taking this.He had to wiggle his middle finger back and forth to push it deeper inside her.. Nothing showed of the man’s erection, for the woman had obviously taken almost the whole length in her mouth. Darkness. Another flash; both occupants were looking at them now, the man’s massive, wet erection pointing into the air, the wide eyes of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him, her chin shiny with the drool and saliva that were occupational hazards of giving blowjobs, mascara run into long black lines from tears caused by his lunges down her throat, her irises lit. Several girls came down the stairs and walked up to the stage and began to dance. One in particular was very hot, well built and had a far away look in here eyes. Since Dave was the only gringo in the whole place the waiter asked if there was anything he liked. Dave indicated the one who had caught his eye was really nice. The waiter motioned to her and she got down, went to Dave's table and began to dance right over his head. That ass, was too good to be true. She came down and sat. We were living in the same condo complex and enjoying some frequent lovemaking sessions in either my place or hers. We were at the Olive garden when I leaned over the table and took both her hands and asked, "Cynthia Jean Thornton, will you please do me the honor of being my wife?"All the wait staff and even some of the customers heard my question and waited with baited breath for her answer. That was about the longest 30 seconds of my entire life up to that point. I saw a great many emotions.