A stockinged foot rubbed over my crotch as I sat at the restaurant table.
Looking opposite, my cousin’s wife was talking to her mother, seated to her left.
Both were wearing stockings.
Sensing I was watching her, she turned her head to look at me, smiled, whispered something to her mother, and soon there were two stockinged feet rubbing over my crotch and swollen cock.
Both women watched me intently as the rubbing intensified.
Both had smirks on their faces.
Both smiled when they felt the wetness through my trousers as my ejaculate soaked through to their feet.
