I asked and Jane nodded. “You're only the second man that has ever shagged me, the other that twat of a husband I wasted 50 years on” she commente... before smiling at me. Perhaps Jane was telling the truth about never having had oral sex after all, before I could ask, she was telling me more. “Ever since I had your big thick cock in my mouth, it’s all I’ve wanted again. I want to suck every drop of your spunk from you. That’s why I’m here really, to suck you off all night if you want. I’m yours,. It's only twelve miles from my shop if I go that nearest way, but the longer way takes me by my house. I rode pasted the house at around noon and my wife's car wasn't there , but even better no ones truck was there , I'm k**ding, I love it when she gets the shit fucked out of her, she always tells me about it and I get the pie! Any way, no one home, so I started on to my pickup , I was cruising down the hiway that runs close to my house and as I passed the church on the corner I saw my wife's. "We can't do it here. Someone will pass by," she said. "Just suck me off. I can't walk around with this in my pants." Sandy gave a quick look around before she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. I divided my own attention between the bobbing head in my lap and looking around to see that no one was seeing us and possibily calling security but no one disturbed our business. Sandy was a wonderful cock sucker and returned the favor with pleasure. But my mind was filled with images of. But the corridor was a dull, featureless gray without windows or open doorways. At the end, Manual pushed open a door and waved her in the cubicle beyond.It was a bathroom.The feeling that filled Renee was almost that of pleasure. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how desperately she was holding herself in. The sight of the toilet was blessed relief and she hurried to squat on it.Manual came and stood in front of her. She gasped. Renee hadn't even considered the possibility that he would.