How I Learned To Love Drag Part 8

"No. It's just that all men are sure it never happened to them and that most women at one time or another have faked it, so you do the math."

"You don't think that I could tell the difference?"

"No. You're too much in love with yourself, I doubt that you ever know what a woman is thinking or feeling."

"Get outta here."

Now both May and Daniel were tossing salad bits at Dave.

I tilted my head slyly, but I was aware of the buzz all around us. Now everyone in the restaurant was watching. People from the front had even come to the back to see what was going on. I think they believed we were the new lunchtime entertainment.

"Mmm…mmm," I closed my eyes and tried to show pleasure in my expression. "Oh…Oh," I moaned.

"Are you okay?" asked Dave in a quiet voice.

I reached up and fluffed up my thick mane of blonde hair. Then I brought my hand down over my bosom and massaged my falsies. "Oh…oh god…Ooo Oh god," I moaned.

Then I grunted a little louder and a little faster, "Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh god," as I thrust my head back.

Then I reached down with both hands and lifted my 'Sally' sweater over my head.

"Oh yeah right there…Oh! Oh!" I panted faster and faster.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed. Then I began pounding on the tabletop. "Yes! Yes! Yes…Oh…Oh!" I cried out.

I ripped open my white blouse to massage my breasts through the bra cups.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd!

Dave could take it no more.

He stood up. He grabbed the tablecloth! He swept the dishes, glasses and cutlery off the table with a huge crash and clatter!

Oblivious to the sounds of smashing china, in the throes of orgasm, I continued to moan and groan, panting faster and faster, screaming louder and louder. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Dave grabbed me with both arms, lifted me out of the chair and placed my backside onto the table.