It seems so, and she's doing the riding

Felicity kneels there, not able to look at the waiter as he lays between the two woman, his cock now hard as rock again in the older woman’s palm.

“Go on, fuck the little slut, teach her what happens if she walks in on people uninvited” Mrs Hendry teases him as she wanks his cock. He looks towards Felicity, seeing the younger girl looking down at his hardness, and it seems to make his mind up for him.

“God yeah, I’d love to” he loudly proclaims, and Felicity’s heart suddenly starts to beat twice as fast. She looks up to the older man, hoping he will stop this from happening, that he will change his mind and want her for himself, but instead he just smiles and nods at her, making it obvious that he isn’t going to come to her aid.

“Why don’t you ride that cock then Felicity, give the lad a rest” he suggests instead, and as much as she wants to say no, that she wants him to be the one to fuck her first, she finds herself already kneeling up just enough that she can start to ease her dress up to her waist.

“Oh you lucky young boy” Mrs Hendry coos, “fresh young one like this, she is going to be so lovely and tight for you.” Felicity can’t even look at the older woman as she says it, still not quite able to comprehend that this woman is the same one who her mum knows so well… or at least thinks she knows, but clearly there are secrets between them.

With her dress eased up around her waist, Felicity crawls over the waiter, feeling as his cock nudges against her thighs as she moves over him. Before she can reach down to peel her thong aside though, she feels fingers hook into it, and looking down, sees it’s Mrs Hendry’s hand doing it for her.

“Oh look, so lovely and smooth” the older woman comments, shocking Felicity more as she runs a finger across her lips, “and so so wet, she’s definitely excited for you young man.”

She gives a last look over her shoulder, seeing him still standing there, now behind her, getting a clear view of her ass she thinks. He nods again to her, and she knows this is really going to happen.

Looking down, she watches as Mrs Hendry takes hold of the waiter’s cock again, holding it upright, positioning it against Felicity’s wet lips. She shuts her eyes, unable to look at the other woman now, and with a deep breath, she puts her hands on his chest and presses herself down.

“Oh yeah, look at that” Mrs Hendry whispers and Felicity knows exactly what it is she means, the sight of her pussy sinking down onto this lad’s cock.