C. I'm Hazel. But if I'm in French Maid mode, call me Carressa. Just don't call me late for dinner. I decided to bring Bruce to help, especially carry...ng things. We call him Mongo.I followed Hazel to the van. Following Hazel was a rather pleasant experience. I wondered if her jeans had been sprayed on, or just painted with a brush. While she didn't give a showgirl look, hers was definitely pleasant. Given that she confirmed that she did French Maid, I wasn't worried that friendly teasing and. The warm wetness on my frenulum made me even harder.Then she slid the glistening head of my cock into her thin lipped mouth and sucked hard. I thought I was going to blow a load right there, but I held on. Pushing her back, I pulled her to her feet and spun her round. I pulled her to me, reaching round to cup those tiny tits, pulling on the enlarged nipples. I pushed her to the counter, bending her over, and pushing my hard cock into her slippery cunt.I could feel the loose pussy lips caressing. This event happened about 10 years ago now and I often recall it with fondness, although at the time I thought I had blundered very badly. I had a run of several good contacts, I can recall meeting a guy locally at his house. We were instantly attracted to one another and quickly got naked, apart from him wearing a pair of red knickers, his wife’s I think. Anyway we explored each other did a great 69, sucking each other’s hard cocks until we both climaxed almost simultaneously. I do recall him. After a heavy night out before I was more horny than hungover as I took a quick shower and made my way to the train station to meet the stranger with the sexy Californian accent. I felt like a schoolboy on my first date as I wondered what he looked like and would he like me and want to do nice things to me. His accent and voice alone were enough to arouse the raging hormones as I watched the men in the train, my eyes focused on the bulges in their pants. My favourite past time on public.