Their situation was fairly exposed so they couldn't get too indecent, but he was clearly copping a good feel of her ass and doubtless had a large bone... squeezed up against her tummy by now.Towards the end of the song he attempted to kiss her, but she averted her face. As the music faded she broke away and headed to the Ladies. Lancelot couldn't just stand there like an idiot, so was forced to go and sit at the bar again.When she returned, she didn't re-join him. She went and sat at the other. " he stopped for a moment not knowing how to deal with this name. "You really were my personal hero. You were great as you knocked him down with one hit..." He blushed and turned away. And I blushed, too."I would like to thank you. Somehow." I heard his weak voice."You really don't have to." My voice was as weak as his.The silence that encircled us was terrible. Then I felt his fingers running delicately down my bare sides and a kiss being placed on my back. My body shivered."Maybe Mike. As she leaned against the wall I tenderly parted her thighs, slipping my finger under the elastic of her knickers and straight onto her wet crack, as she groaned I pulled her panties to one side and bending forward ran my tongue up her crack.“Oh my God” she cried, as I continued to run my tongue onto her clit and fingered her sopping wet hole. After only a few minutes, her breathing became heavier, then she screamed out her first climax for five long years. As her juices flooded down her thighs. He was here. I walked into the den area and there on the couch was my wife and our guest. I stopped and stared at him. He was a teenager. He was on the skinny side and looked young. He was a handsome kid, but this turn of events shocked me. He stood up to shake my hand. As I greeted him I said, “How old are you?” “Uh, I'm eighteen sir.” he responded. I was skeptical and asked, “Has my wife explained the rules and are you sure you want to do this?” “John!”, my wife said in a firm.