The counter changed to 22. She’d need to text to say she’d be late home. Sucking gently as his erection died away, resting along the length of her tongue. The maître d’ gave him a smile of recognition, she was cute. Hadn’t she taught them to respect others? Drum was partitioned from the rest of the concourse by tastefully embroidered waist-height banners. Glorious. “My treat. * * * * *
Please comment if you enjoyed this story and would like to read more. The kids were coming back today – no doubt with a ton of washing. There was a soft click as the saddle restraint was released. Margaret pulled the zip down and released a bulge of familiar blue and white striped cotton. It covered a prominent cord of muscle which led to an engorged clitoral hood that waited expectantly for her tongue. She looked from the phone to the purple head that twitched urgently in front of her nose. Nathan nodded and smiled at a few people who mattered.
