I waited a few moments to make sure she wasn’t ordering coffee to go and then entered. I looked around, trying to spot her. It wasn’t too busy but...I couldn’t see her. Where was she? Not at the counter waiting to be served. I’d been right behind her, surely she couldn’t have sat that quickly. And it’s not as though I would struggle to recognise her… Long curly hair — oh, how I would love to twist it around my fingers — large hazel eyes, and the prettiest olive skin I’ve seen.Walking up to the. If you’d just been in the middle of a fuck when I arrived, I think you’d have been laughing, not edging me out.”I was really wrong-footed. My dad, Roger, was killed in a road traffic accident when I was 11. We called our son after him. But he and my mum, and watersports? My dad, pissing on my mum? Why do I need to know? And now she’s crying?“I’m happy to get that taxi now, if you like. Or I can tell you a story and honour the promise.” Andy was the first to react. “Seems to me you might as well. This lady was a fucking sexual b**st and surprised the hell out of me more than once.Every year me and 6 or so buddies go up to Alaska to go fishing for big King salmon. We have a favorite fish camp where we go, only accessible by float plane. As the crow flies, the camp is about 90 air miles north east of Anchorage. We usually fly in to Anchorage and spend the night at a motel, then fly up to the camp the next day. As tradition, we go to the Bush Company strip club the first night and blow. I knew he was about to cum too. I pushed him in as deep as I could take him and he exploded emptying his thick salty gorgeous cream right down my throat. I could feel Mark banging faster and harder and heard him groaning he was about to blow too. OH!!! My!!! Never in my wildest dreams thought this would be happening to me. I heard J moaning and looked over just in time to see him get up, and make a run for my mouth, and he too started to spurt his cum all into my mouth, mixing his with.