They sat shoulder to shoulder and occasionally a knee would brush against knee, or ankle against ankle, toe against toe. The seat was formed in a semi...-circle, hugged the equally circular table in the corner so they sat close, and said little. They ordered food and she pushed her egg rolls around her plate, nibbling occasionally, sprinkling soy sauce, all idle gestures that meant little. They talked of work and politics. He mentioned a bar on the other side of the city. She commented that she’d. “Sorry, Ma’am… your husband indicated us to come here directly”Said the older one, looking a bit embarrassed…“Easy, guys… be welcome. Go ahead and get started…”I just replied, as I was withdrawing my fingers from my cunt.The older one introduced himself as Burt and his younger sibling was Willy. My husband was right; both of them were too young; but I noticed their bulges were growing in their shorts as they stared at my long legs… I would take my chance with them indeed.The guys took off their. It's dark and the head of his cock, what little I can see of it, is purple. Because it's not circumcised, it makes his cock look like a fat guy wearing a hoodie."You ok, bro?" His question startles me as a cold chill instantly comes over me. I suddenly realized that he had caught me staring at his cock."Um...yeah, yeah... I'm g-great!" I was stuttering at this point as I struggled to respond while jumping up to take his hand for the big-bro handshake. Just in case you don't remember, I'm not. "So where are we going anyway?" she asked once we got on the freeway."It's called La Posada Roja. It means The Red Inn and it's supposed to be one of the best Mexican restaurants in San Antonio. I've eaten there a couple of times and it is really good food." It sounds wonderful," she said.We arrived at the restaurant and I found a parking spot close to the front door. I opened her car door and offered her my hand to help her out. She looked up and smiled "So gallant!" she said."Hey Mama raised.