I trawled around 5 or 6 spots that should have had at least a small amount of action but there was just nothing happening. I decided rather than waste...fuel, I would sit tight for a while on a quite secluded local spot that isn't well known but Suzy and I had entertained there one time previously.There was only 1 car parked opposite mine. It was very dark and as there were no lights on in the car so I summised this was a guy only loking for some action like myself.20 minutes passed, apart form. Believing that the customer would not be able to tell the difference, the bartender poured him a shot of cheap three-year-old house scotch.The man took a sip before spitting it out on the bar. “I’m not drinking this!” he complained. “This is cheap three-year-old scotch. Now give me the good twelve-year-old scotch that I asked for!”Still looking to cut corners, the bartender poured him a shot of a moderate six-year-old scotch.The man took a sip before once again spitting it out on the bar. “This. While I was in the pool, I heard a voice calling out to me.“Hi, Bret. How was the range today?”“It was good. I ran out of ammo but most of my shots hit the bullseye. That’s why I’m home early. Nick didn’t fare so well,” I said. “Oh ok. I guess that means he’ll be late again tonight.”“Sorry to say, you may be right.”“Do you want some company? I’d love to take a dip to relax.”“Umm. I guess it’s alright.”“You don’t sound too sure. I’ll just go now.” Sarah said as she turned around to walk. From there, she had a clear view of everything: her opened legs and dripping pussy; Laddie's protruding cock; his hairy body, which was practically smothering her.Caressing his snout, she let him wind his tongue through her hands to her tits, showing him where to go. Her fingers squeezed one pulpy tit."Chew my tit, Laddie. Bite the nipple like you did before." She was watching the mirror intently, seeing his tongue lapping her plump tit. "Bite." She jiggled her tit and held it for him. "Ewwwww,.