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It was just after two and thought I might as well get a drink, something to eat and kill a couple of hours rather than heading back to the office. As I walked down amateur Marchmont Street, I came to a nice looking pub called the Marquis Cornwallis. Huge numbers of young people mingled outside, drink in hand, carefree. It looked inviting so I stepped inside. In contrast to the outside there were only about ten people in the pub. Clearly the sunshine outside being preferable but I needed to work and needed a table so needs must. Many tables were still covered in dirty plates showing that lunchtime had been busy. I ordered a glass of red and a tuna ciabatta and turning to the right, went into the separate side area screened from the main bar area where it was noticeably quieter and sat at a table with my back to the wall. The pub was really well decorated, a lot of nice wooden tables and provided a quiet oasis from which to take some time out from the hustle and bustle of the main entrance of the bar while I had lunch. The only other occupants were two older men who finished their drinks and left as I took my seat. My lunch arrived and after setting up my laptop, I hardly saw anyone for the next ten minutes apart from the odd visitor on their way to the toilets. Soon after, absorbed in my work indian I became aware of a young woman sitting facing me in the other corner. She was sitting with her back to the main bar area and like me, unseen unless you walked around the screened area. Some minutes later and reaching for my drink, I had my first proper look at her. She looked like a lot of the thirty year old young women who had stood outside, local office workers dressed in light summer clothing, long hair pinned back, make up and tanned legs. I could see from the summer dress she wore her legs were like the rest of her, large and shapely. I’m not especially into big breasts but I had to admire her cleavage which strained against her neck line and showed a very expansive pair of breasts. I carried on with my work and after a while I saw her put down her book and walk out to the bar and it didn’t escape my notice what a lovely full figure she had. She was definitely on the large size but quite attractive with well proportioned full hips and a naturally pretty face with full lips that suited her frame perfectly. Returning some minutes later I inadvertently looked up as she returned carrying her drinks. She saw me looking and gave me a pleasant smile before taking her seat and returning to her book. I glanced up and at exactly the same moment she did the same and we both smiled awkwardly. A moment later the girl behind the bar entered carrying a bowl of chunky chips and placed them in front of the woman. I watched as she started to eat them, big cocks amused as she didn’t seem to take her eyes of her book for a single second. Then she looked up and once again the awkward smile as we both seemed to have looked at each other at the same moment. Then she got up and I sensed, rather than saw that she was in front of me. Looking up she gave me a beautiful smile, apologised for disturbing me and asked if she could take the ketchup from my table. ‘Of course, help yourself’ I said with my best smile which was returned with a huge smile and a shy flirtatious flick of her hair. As she took the bottle she seemed to take just a fraction of a second too long taking the bottle from my hand as I passed it up to her and not for the first time I felt she was flirting with me. It’s funny how self-conscious you can feel when you sense someone is looking at you and at that moment I was no different. Propping my elbows on the table meant my short sleeve shirt rode up my arms and I was pleased to note that she clearly registered my biceps and gave me an admiring smile as I caught her eye. Her response was to slowly cross her legs Hardcore and then very self-consciously play with the hem of her dress showing her ample, tanned thighs. I didn’t even bother to hide my glances, in fact I knew that’s what she wanted as she sat smiling at me seemingly encouraging me by then re-crossing her legs and managing to expose even more thigh. Still covered in piss and cum, I knew I’d have a real challenge pulling them back on. Tegan felt his dick twitch in her hands as he answered and began to use more steady, even strokes, wanting to keep him hard without getting too worked up. Nervously, our server admits she indian did leave the message. The extra departments he had been given to manage at work coupled with the long hours was more than demanding for him. She was now there in front big cocks me, she was so beautiful it almost hurt. I was feeling miserable, a helpless toy in the hands of a brutal master; my Hardcore misery was taking hold of me. “Hey you want to do something for me, make me a drink and bring it to me now.” His dick hardened. I thought she was your piece. It was more like she guided him to that sensitive little nub. There was a small closet amateur and the door to the bathroom at the side of the bedroom door.