We smiled and thanked him, took a contact number and left. Neither of us were impressed by the service; I don't know that either of us expected to be,...but we thought we'd try St. Mark's.Monday, I rang the number for the Vicar at St. Mark's, only to find he was unavailable, and was given a number for the curate. I began to wonder if fate was conspiring against us. Having eventually got hold of the curate, I arranged an appointment for the following evening.Tuesday was uneventful ... until we met. I didn’t know who would come first, butthe next groan from the booth next door solved that. Igot his cock into my mouth just as he started cumming!I motioned to Ann, and she was there in a second,kneeling beside me and sharing the cum! Gawd, I lovethis woman! We licked him clean, and kissed each otherwildly, sharing every drop! We didn’t notice he hadleft, and another man had entered the booth until hiscock was waving in our faces. I sat back on the bench,and told Ann this one was. Let me see that pretty body of yours, baby.” My mouth waters as I watch the snap being released and your fingers go to the zipper. How many times have I dreamed about it, dreamed of feeling you between my lips, hearing your hard, explicit words as I suck you dry. The zipper is open, your fingers hook into the waistband before you shuck the jeans and briefs, leaving your body gloriously naked. Your cock arrows back from your abdomen, flushed with angry lust, the head glistening with pre-come.. I took his cock into my mouth. It is slick with my juices. He didn’t last nearly long enough for my own orgasm to generate but the amount of lubrication I am creating is interesting. The flow is much more than before but this might be more a reflection my arousal in this strange situation. It occurs to me that I am tasting myself, not him. I have never experimented with another woman but I find the taste pleasant and welcome.My mind is refocused when I feel his cock changing. It never went.