She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back to let him get every last bit of his cock as deep into her as possible before he began groanin...g and pumping her hole full of his hot, sticky cum. Each thrust drove his seed deep into her, and made his hard cock feel that much more slick. "Cum for me, fill me up, I need your cum" she moaned half deliriously, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, gasps of pleasure coming out with every one of his thrusts, with every jet of his hot. Jim wondered how she was going to sexually devour that. They each smiled and chit chatted as they finished off the medium pie. Janet excused herself to the lady's room and Jim got up to help her with her chair. He thought about following her but instead called the waiter over. “Could we get another bottle of Pinot and when the Panna Cotta arrives could you put a birthday candle in one of them?” “No problem, sir” the waiter replied as he scurried off to the Kitchen. No sooner had Janet. ”“Ok,” I said, getting up and kissing her on the forehead. “We’ll meet you in the living room.” She gave me a wan little smile as I retreated down the stairs.In the basement, Hannah lay curled in the fetal position in the middle of the bed, staring at the wall. I saw her eyes track me as I moved to the bed and sat next to her, but she said nothing. For a minute we remained there in silence. I reached out and stroked her hair, and she scooted toward me and put her head in my lap. Again, we. Charles watched her for a while. She looked to be in her early twenties; a slim brunette with hair that seemed to have a life of its own; unruly but still attractively styled. Her eyes were constantly moving: watching the store and its customers. Charles noted her pleasant face, her blue eyes, her neatly trimmed eyebrows, and small mouth with lips embellished with a small touch of reddish lipstick. He could not identify the shade. Her waitress uniform did not disguise a good figure. Charles.