The Irish vacation was one of the better ones we took. We were staying at a very nice and very private hunting lodge in County Cork, not that either M...rilyn or I ever hunted. No press was invited or allowed on the grounds, but the day we left the G-8 summit some reporter asked what we planned to do. My first thoughts were to say something rude and unprintable, and Marilyn knew it, so she laughed and wagged her finger at me, telling me to behave. Instead, I laughed and made a joke about doing. I had to get a crack at that pussy. Loli apparently had the same idea. I tried to turn around but she wouldn’t let me. She was kissing the back of my neck, I could feel her plump breasts pushing against my back, and she was very boldly and rapidly pumping my rock hard cock with her hand. I was in heaven. ‘Damn, look at you stud,’ she whispered into my ear with a surprisingly husky voice. ‘Something’s got your motor running.’ Her other hand began to tweak my left nipple. She was playing kinky.. So she smiled, then hefted it over her head so I could get through. Even without the clothes basket two people made a tight fit in that hallway and so with her arms in the air I made sure our bodies touched as we squeezed by. But the deciding moment was one i couldn't resist. As we passed face to face i leaned over and kissed her gently. Her initial reaction was shock and an attempt to break away. Then, for just a moment, her lips stayed with mine and we shared a real moment. Then, perhaps. ‘I look like the fucking Union Jack,’ she complained but I think my reaction to her appearance gave her the assurance that she looked fabulous. I won’t go into detail about my reaction, suffice to say we were a bit sweaty afterwards. Her outfit was completed with a jacket which matched the tie and a pair of beautiful soft boots with faux spur straps. I wore heels and, to top it all off, a veiled hat. I will go into some detail here. The hat, another charity shop purchase, had been in the back.