“Its Micky, Micky from last Saturday night…” They agreed to meet on Friday after work at a pub, Terry saying he wanted to talk to iron out one o... two things. Micky told Nan that night that he would be late next evening though he gave no reason and dutifully after work next day he was seated in the snug of the railway inn with a pint by 5.30. Terry arrived a little late apologising for the traffic.Over a pint they sat to chat, and an embarrassed Micky told Terry that Nan had requested that he. They talked a little, mostly gossip about some of their fellow workers, and Jacqui began to feel very tired."Why don't you stay here tonight?" asked Queenie, "I'm sure we can manage somehow."The room was a perfectly normal room, about ten feet be eight, such as any married couple might have, so Jacqui thought there should be room for two. She slipped her clothes off, with a part of her mind wondering that she was prepared to do that in front of a stranger, but Queenie was slipping hers off as. If not, Cody and I would be joining them. Now naked, Mom went back to Jackson and got more of his cock out of his sheath and was soon stroking the cock in and out of her mouth and his cock was well out and very rigid. She then shifted to her hands and knees and wiggled her ass to him, patting her ass at the same time. I held Cody back when he moved to go to her. But at the same time Jackson stood up and went to her rear. He sniffed and sniffed some more. He tentatively licked and then waited. It was bliss.This went on for probably a much shorter period of time than my memory tells me. Certainly I was more excited than I had been in a long time. Clearly I was inexperienced in control or prolongment of lust. I just know that the expression of drowning in your own passion as you cum is true; it DID happen. I was cumming, and I was shouting. I was pumping and I didn’t even think about Tim as I did; I just slammed and shoved it in and out until I had long stopped shooting.It was when.