Hundreds of them. Selling just about everything imaginable. 'T' Shirts, baseball caps, baskets, tablecloths, carvings, and the list goes on and on. Of... course there are the watch stalls. Cheep knock off's; Gucci, Rolex, Tag Hager. You name it, they sell it. And of course we just have to get a matching Rolex each. Just has to be done.We continue to walk around. More and more people come and the place gets really packed. As it's getting near to lunchtime we decide to beat the rush and eat early.. ." "I get it. Don't say anything else. Please don't say anything else. I get it," I said. "I'd do anything to have spared you this, Red. Really," she said. I stood, suddenly. I turned my back to her. "I said to please not say anything else, Darla." I could almost feel her nodding behind my back. "The kids, am I going to have to fight you over them? Just say yes or no, okay," I said. "Uh-no. I know you love them. We, we'll always have them in common." My turn to nod. I turned back to face. "So why don't you take it off an give it to me and I'll give you what you really want," she grinned, "cock!"Alison stopped and stood there hands on hips. It was time to get things straight. She glanced across and saw the man fucking Janine doggy fashion with a cock not much smaller than the dildo that was spearing the air in front of her before she glanced back and held the woman's gaze."Oh you can fuck me and pretend that I'm one of your little pussies," responded Alison as she glanced across. “Look at my hands,” I said and held them out for her to see. “They’re shaking with excitement and desire. I want you, Kayla.” She closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh.I started back up and this time I kissed her pussy through her panties. She smelled much like her mom, but perhaps a little less musky and certainly not as strong. She held my head with her hands and I could hear her breathing, ragged and irregular. I pulled her panties down an inch and kissed along the top seam, then another.