Surprisingly she managed to keep up pretenses that she was merely cleaning up our table while her now pre-cum moistened hand slipped up and down my erect shaft. ass porn “I’m cumming Micky. . . . . …!”
With that she crumpled over, her foot coming off the dash console. I was watching all this while keeping an eye on the road. “So I guess I don’t have to ask if you had a good meal”, she laughed. She told me to hold still and took a photo. My pure arousal at what I was experiencing both visually and physically took its toll. Her dress rode up a little so we got a lovely look at her thighs as well. She had high heels on that accentuated her shapely calves and thighs and an open neck blouse. She looked at me and started to speak in a breathless moan. My idea of a romantic date was rapidly flying out the window. She stood very close to her and whispered something into her ear. The waitress turned around unexpectedly and caught a view of my crotch being felt by Becky’s foot.
