Of course

"Well, it's about to be definite," you grunt as you grab her hips, pulling her ass into your waist, and shooting your cum into Mrs. Barker. You hold her tight as she comes as well and you revel in the feeling of your balls being emptied into her pussy.

You're done filling her up, but you keep your cock inside her for a bit. She collapases on the table and gently spasms as your jizz makes its way to her fertile eggs. With a pang of guilt, you notice Mr. Barker's lonely, and now rock hard, cock.

"Oh shoot man, sorry. I forgot I was supposed to share."

He shakes his head as he tucks his dick into his pants. "I will wait until we get home. I want a lot more than just a handjob now." Fair enough. You pull your dick out of his wife and she quivers one last time. Both of you put your pants back on, but her lacy thong stays in your hand.

You guide her over to the wall. She holds her thong underneath her heaving chest, her face flushed with satisfaction as she beams. The photo and underwear get tucked into your bag. "Thank you very much Patty. I'll be in touch."

"No thank you, John. If you need someone to show you around town, don't hesitate to give us a call." Andrew and Patty give you their cell numbers as the waitress retreives their children from the other room. You tell Patty that you'll be taking another picture of her a few months from now before walking back to your table.

The man at the bar, motivated by your little show, taps the red haired girl with the cleavage and whispers into her ear. The girl nods and follows him into the restroom. Her sister rolls her eyes.