“I’m not going to let you fuck me until you tell me Ben,” she told him as she gripped his erection tightly and began to move her hand up and dow.... His mouth opened again and Judy stopped masturbating him. “I...I used to have a girlfriend that used to do things to me,” Ben told her. Judy shifted slightly again as she became interested in what he was about to say. Ben glanced down at her thighs. The gown was wide open now and her pussy was visible. “What things Ben?” “Stuff.” “What stuff?” . It was the dark haired woman she’d seen in the pub and not John.“Oh, er, Good Evening,” Jessica began. “I wonder is John in?”“Sorry darling,” the woman replied, with a noticeable London accent, “You’ve missed him.”“Will he be back soon?”“You are?” the woman asked.“Oh, sorry,” Jessica said with embarrassment. “I’m Jessica Thompson, John and I go way back to school days. I know he’s been away for a few weeks, and thought I’d call to see how he was.”“Tracy Rushton,” said the raven-haired beauty.. So slight, barely noticeable, but I could sense it as her sphincter tightened and relaxed around my finger. Barb said that what I was doing felt nice. I didn't let on that I knew she was just over a small but pleasant release and then I slowly removed my finger and glove, and continued massaging her hips and then her feet and back up to her thighs. Barb said her thighs were sore in the back and for some reason on her inner thighs too. At this point I didn't really believe the inner thigh. "Please, let me help you," said the man, who was probably in his thirties, to the woman who was clearly older than he but, nevertheless, extremely attractive. "Oh thank you, you are a gentleman," said the woman who must have had origins in the Indian sub-continent.The man took a suitcase and a couple of other things and laughed, "Ha, well I am a gentleman sometimes." And what are you when you are not a gentleman?" smiled the incredibly good-looking woman."That would be telling," laughed the man.