We had my birthday dinner at the Witches Brew. I love that place because of the chocolate pecan pie. He knows my order already: a root beer float with rainbow sprinkles & a slice of chocolate pecan pie.

Afterwards, the same thing happens that always happens. We hold eachother. I bury my head in his neck, his chest. Smelling his hair, his sweat, playing with his beard. I felt safe for the first time in a long time. I kissed him & we groped eachother in his car. I couldnt resist reaching down his sweatpants & feeling his cock. I loved how thick it was. I loved how he felt in my hand. I jerked him off a little & got him al wet. He squeezed my breasts. People were getting in & out of their cars to go to or leave the restaurant. I figured the houses probably had cameras out front where we were parked so he drove down a few streets to a darker block while fingering me. Once there I went down on him & he suckled on my breasts. I missed the taste of him in my mouth & the feel of his warm hands on my face & in my hair. He abruptly pulled his cock out of my throat, put it away & got out of the car. He walked around, opened my passenger door, pushed me over to the drivers side & pulled down my already soaked through leggings. It was so exciting to feel him spread me while i could see into peoples open windows & all they had to do was look to see him fucking me & smacking my ass as I moaned for his delicious pink cock. The sound of him cumming & the feel of it sliding down my lips in the cold night air was so incredible. He pulled up my pants & drove me home. I walked inside with what I wanted dripping out of me. I play with it through my panties as I lay in bed dreaming of his sex.