That’s part of my problem.”----“Good morning! I hope we can beat the rain!” Connie said when she greeted me Saturday morning with a quick kiss...“It’ll make us run faster!” I quipped.It was cloudy and warm with a 70% chance of rain. The air was thick with humidity and we were both already breaking sweats before we even finished stretching.As we ran we talked about many different things as we usually did, but we didn’t touch the subject of ‘us’, and I felt a tenseness in the vibe that I figured. I give a tentative push with the tip of my tongue, but then quickly return to your clit and attack it until you are thrashing about, trying hard not to scream so that the who world can hear us, as we are out on the balcony still and you are essentially naked. Then, I curl my tongue up and invade your soaked quim, drinking of your sweet nectar and making love to you with it as you stand bent over the railing looking down. After a while of this you explode with pleasure, and beg for me to enter. Our whispered conversation did nothing to stall proceedings in the middle seat. I could see from the glow of the dashboard lights that Mitch had his hands under Lexie’s shirt, she had her eyes closed but seemed to sense my glance and opened them, looking right at me. I slammed my eyes shut again and refocused on Deedee, letting my hands slip the long hem of my jersey, trying to lift it up.“Nuh uh,” she softly whispered, taking my left hand back up to her right breast and my right down to her. Two were in London but the foreskin guy was in Norfolk so it wasn’t exactly looking like a Bukkake party.Later I was sent pictures of the missing men. One excited me so much I had to unzip and masturbate over his pictures. He had red pubic hair and a pale white shaft of some 7 or 8 inches. Perfect for me, I was already in love with this cock just from some poor quality photos. I contacted him directly and told him I would like to service his beautiful manhood. He didn’t reply. I knew deep down.