Abigail is lonely

You approach Mrs Treherne with trepidation. Was she going to reprimand you somehow for causing the lesbian mayhem in the middle of the coffee shop. Everyone else had somehow ignored it or accepted it as normal at least.

"Uh hi". you say.

You notice her coffee is empty. She's been sitting here waiting till you're free.

"Hi... I wanted to speak to you for a moment if you're not too busy". She glanced over at the orchestrated floorshow. Liv was still on her hands and knees with Sherri's foot in her mouth, sucking and savouring it while Sherri leaned back delighting in the sensation. You knew Sherri would orgasm from this alone now.

You looked back at the Milf, who only recently fucked in this very coffee ship was still flushed with exertion.

You reach down inside her jacket and squeeze her tit roughly. "Please accept that as a compliment. It means I think you're attractive enough and you look after your appearance enough that I want to grab one of them."

"Why... thank you. That's most kind!" she says as you give it another firm squeeze, making her grimace slightly then beam with delight.

"Was there something else you wanted to say to me?" you enquire, tugging at her nipple.

"well... yes. I... I don't know how to say this,... but today has been the best day I've had for years... maybe ever!"

That sounded like quite something. Shit! Was she in love with you?

"I, I think I told you I'm really lonely, and this has all been so... so exciting. I mean I really want to thank you for sorting out my daughter so she'll visit, but... apart from that I don't really have much else..." she said in broken pauses, embarrassed. "I was hoping, maybe... we could have coffee again sometime". I mean if youre not too busy.

"Uh sure. I guess". Oh. Right. Youre going to have to fix that. Mrs Treherne needed a friend and you couldn't really consider yourself reliable. You glance around and take in Liv and Sherri, but they're still too involved with each other. A waitress steps around you, completely ignoring the two girls and the fact that you are groping Abigail's tit.

You glance past her and see a neatly dressed businesswoman finishing her coffee.

"Excuse me", you say to Abigail and get up to cross to the businesswoman.

"Hi, My name is Rick."

"Uh. hi", she says and looks for an excuse to leave, not really wanting to get hit on by random strangers in a coffee shop.

"Please come over and sit at that table with my friend Abigail and I". you say and turn back to the Milf. However, you sit on the only other seat at the table, leaving the businesswoman looking confused when she gets there.

"You can sit on the floor". you gesture beside you.

"ok." she says and neatly smooths out her skirt and kneels down to sit on her heels.

"Please tell me, whats your name and are you married or do you have a family?"

"I'm Harriet, I have a boyfriend, but no kids".

"Ok. Please dump him tomorrow and move in With Abigail here."

"Ok" she said simply.

As you speak you fish your cock out again although it has been well used today and not much use for a little while yet. However, you weren't about to fuck her.

"Please drink as much of this as you can", and with that you begin releasing a jet of urine into her face and hair, running down onto her neat suit. Harriet blinks in surprise, but opens her mouth wide to try to catch the stream of hot liquid, gulping quickly. You spray it around her face to make it difficult for her and she chases the liquid, getting herself soaking wet in the process.

"Please find that delicious Harriet".

"Mmmm, yes!" she agrees.

"Please also find Abigail's piss delicious but no-one else's." You turn to Abigail. "Abigail, please enjoy pissing in Harriet's mouth any time you need to go".

The milf nodded, looking at you in wonder.

Your stream was drying up now sadly and the businesswoman looked up at you thirsty for more, then glanced at Abigail too.

"Ok please do anything Abigail tells you from now on. Now get on with it. There's tons of room for you under her ridiculous skirt. You can lick her pussy till she's ready to pee on you too".

In a moment the businesswoman was off like a rat up a drainpipe, lifting Abigail's skirt and crawling inside. You could see the milf leaning back and opening her legs and a Harriet shaped bulge appear at the front of her skirt.

"Waitress!" you call, "Another large latte for my friend here. Please keep them coming till she wets herself!"

With that you take your leave and look back from outside the cafe at a satisfied looking milf gazing out over her coffee.