There are low leaning trees on either side which along with the bridge itself cast a cool quite shade on the cement footings twenty feet below the roa...way. This is my usual afternoon get away during the week, as I have it all to myself. I was under the bridge fishing about six weeks ago in the midst of that heat wave. The shade was cool and there was a light, lazy breeze. After about thirty minutes of nothing much happening, not a nibble, everything was about to change. She came out of nowhere. I could feel the bulge in his trousers pressed against me growing by the second. “Something’s come up,” I just about managed to say when I got through. I dropped the mobile and my bag fell to the floor; I wanted to enjoy every second of this. He smiled when he saw the effort I had made with my underwear and knowing that I had pleased him gave me a huge sense of satisfaction. His fingers tickled my inner thighs, his nails gently scratching my skin and occasionally brushing over my clit. Finally,. It was Kate who firstly cocked her head to one side, listening.“What’s that?”David shook himself from his reverie and raised his head. It was difficult to concentrate with Sally’s tongue still busy on his cock but there was the unmistakable drone of an aircraft.Back in Southampton, David had been very familiar with such sounds. Although the city had not been bombed yet, and would not be so until later that year, he was well used to the sound of aircraft flying overhead, a sound which was not. "How many guys have you made cum today?" I asked. She looked at me with her green eyes painted thick with a black and blue glittered eyeshadow and and thick rope of cum across her cheek. "Seven. You're eight. Nine is on the way. You like cum?" she added with a coy glance. I thrust my cock deep and hard into her swollen and dripping cunt. The dirty ooze of filth that is fucking creampies is the dark, burning fetish that keeps me awake at night. Watching a man squirt cum into a ravaged lover.