“Where shall we go John I’m not comfortable going to pub’s toilets” John said he knew of a place near to my home, it was a derelict barn by so...e abandoned allotments. John had given up his flat to go and live with Ann and her children. We caught the bus that I usually catch home but alighted two stops before where John and I normally vacated the bus, John seemed to be well acquainted with the old barn, He admitted he’s fucked Ann there on a few occasions before he lived with Ann. As we walked. So our first little adventure was at a well known outdoor bar. It was a warm afternoon around 4pm or so when we arrived for their happy hour. We grabbed a seat in front of the beach and ordered a few cocktails. Those that follow our stories know, I get very horny when tipsy and my inhibitions totally go out the window. That coupled with my exhibitionist tendencies usually leads to some flashing. Three cocktails down and I was reasonably tipsy and horny. I was making out with James totally. Here I am, you tied me up and just took me, last night, and I loved it, every minute of it! It's one thing to imagine something, and it's something altogether different to enjoy that sort of thing."Both women looked at me. What, suddenly I had answers? Really, I generally have more than enough trouble explaining why I do anything. I was reluctant to attempt to delve into how or why Suzie might have found more enjoyment than she had anticipated in our activities last night. I shrugged.I went. A deep throatycry escaped his throat, as his cock began to pulse, shooting thick whitecum all over his chest (I had angled his cock to make sure this wouldhappen). His orgasm and load were massive it seems, and he collapsed backagainst the couch, panting and shuddering as i continued to stroke hiscock. His hips bucked a few times, and he weakly put a hand on my wrist tostop, but apparantly the orgasm had completely drained his strength. Hewhimpered as i stroked a few more times then stopped.I.