While Jose's fingers were at work in her crotch, she moved her hand to the bulge in his pants and felt the stiff pole trapped in there. She could feel the head of the dong, and the ridge that bordered it. Its heat radiated through the cotton of his pants, and into her fingers. Ann began fumbling with his fly in an effort to free the prick trapped in there. As soon as Jose realized what she was trying to do, he helped her unzip his pants and pulled the twitching rod out in the open. She stared down at his lap now with as much hunger as he had shown while staring into hers. The giant prick was sticking above the level of the- table, and to keep their game a secret from the guy behind the counter, she grabbed it and held it out of sight.

Ann had forgotten about Pedro, who still was out of sight. When she felt another pair of hands on her crotch, though, she was reminded of him.

He had crawled under the table and was delving into her cunt from under there. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have minded the more fingers in her snatch the better she liked it but she didn't want to cause a commotion that would spoil her chances to get everything she wanted out of these young fuckers.

"Listen, you guys, Pedro, can you hear me?" she asked the kid under the table. "I'll go into the ladies' room, and you both join me in there, okay?" They agreed, but were reluctant to take their fingers out of the wet, hot folds of her cunt. She managed to extricate herself, and she slipped but of the booth, pushing Jose in front of her. His prick was still out, and it waved in the air as she pushed him out of her way. If the old guy noticed what was happening, he might throw the kids out, and that would break Ann's heart at that point.