Why not? The ice cream shop is like your second home.

After waffling on whether or not to confront Larry again, you decide to do so. After all, how much could one time at an ice rink change a person?

You were about to find out. You approach the Scoop Shop and see a pretty strawberry blonde behind the glass ice cream case. As you step closer, you see she is not alone. Larry is already back, in black.

He smiles knowingly when he sees you approach.

"You just can't stay away, can you?"he asks, all the while laying his pipe to the co-worker hanging on the glass case in front of him.

"Oh, please, Larry! Give it to me, you big-cocked bastard! Why have you kept me waiting so long!" Shannon keeps wailing, humping back wantonly, not seeming to care who is watching.
"I'll do anything to keep you inside me!"

You sense a light coming on in Larry's head when he hears those words. After he fills the girl's gash with hot cream, he nuzzles the red-blonde's neck, whispering in her ear as she still holds on for dear life to the frame of the ice cream case. You see her eyes glimmer as she looks over to you, now at your usual seat.

Unashamedly, his co-worker kicks out of the little khaki shorts puddled at one ankle and walks silently out into the seating area. Shannon walks over to you, clad in nothing but her black polo shirt, oblivious to the stares from the smattering of customers in the store.

She reaches down and easily rents the cum-starched material of your sundress down the middle.

You don't have a chance to react before Shannon starts attacking your bared boobs with her eager mouth and busy hands. She quickly works her way down your generous curves, turning any possible resistance to mush.

At the apex of your meaty thighs, she finds her prize. Larry's deposited cum, kept warm just for her. She laps it all up voraciously, climaxing at his taste on her tongue. You cum, too. As you lay, collapsed in your seat, she simply leaves you, dress torn asunder. You look behind the counter to see her back there again, by Larry. She wriggles her finger to you in a come hither way as Larry smiles.