In the ten years I’ve been approaching women about posing she has me shaking like an awestruck teenage! Getting closer “er! Excuse me is this seat...taken?”“Yes thank you lord!’ catches me attention as I collect me tea and cinnamon bun. Making my way to the only open booth, sliding in by the wind. Taking my coat off settling in to read the Times. A few minutes pass before“Er! Excuse me is this seat taken?” looking up from an article on Heathrow expansion, seeing the gentleman from the line,. He bit my nipples through my black lace bra, and I could feel his teeth grazing the now taut nipples. He unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor while his hand was still rubbing up and down the insides of my thighs. The way he touched me made me feel like I was turning into jelly, he was just too good. He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off while I eagerly shifted up to make it easier for him. I had an hourglass figure, rounded ass, and full breasts that I knew he loved. I knew he also. She was online with someone, typing one-handed, as usual. She had me pressed between her legs. I was sliding along her length, from her clit, down through her folds, her juices smeared all over me. I was vibrating away, trembling her lips as I slid over her entrance, but this time on I went. My head went sliding over and back across her perineum. The tiny stretch of flesh separating her two holes was buzzed and stimulated as her breathing became ragged. I was well lubricated by this stage, I. We headed straight for the bar and as I knew sex wasn't on the cards I knew there wasn't any point in hanging back.We'd been drinking for a while when we were told we'd been invited to a private function. It gave us access to a free band and disco which was obviously great.We learnt it was a function for Post Office Workers.There was a lot of curiosity, amongst the women, as to why we were getting married on our own. Some of them had theories that our families didn't get on or i'd stolen her.