He didn’t say anything for several minutes. Finally, I asked, “Did she...did she.”
“c*m?” he answered. “Yeah, just before we left, Dooley let her get off. She grabbed the edge of the table and you could see under it, how she was pushin against his hand. She was bitin her lip and moanin. Them folks around us will be talkin about that lunch for the rest of their fuckin lives.” He was quiet for a few minutes. He had closed his eyes and leaned back. “When we left, Billy,” he began again, his eyes still shut, “I didn’t let her put on the raincoat till we was outside. I told her to stand straight and walk with her head up. She was still breathin hard cause she’d just c*m. That pee soaked blouse stickin to her nice titties and them long n*****s pushin out...you know how they get, Bil
