We are five men in total, and we discreetly correspond to arrange group sex meetings.We are all straight, but enjoy some of the shall we say wilder as...ects of sex. We have no regular meeting schedule, preferring to arrange meetings when an idea strikes the group, or a willing female makes herself available.The group knew Mandy for some years now, and had used her at several meetings. Mandy was a woman in her late thirties, brunette, very busty and rather beautiful. Mandy was also a confirmed. I asked her if she is getting tickled. She said no. Slowly I moved my hands up and slowly touched around her boobs. She didn’t say anything. To my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. I slowly touched her boobs. I could feel her fast breathing.My dick was touching her ass. I didn’t hold her tightly. I was enjoying all this. Then I said. Maybe if you are not feeling tickled because I am touching on your clothes. She didn’t say anything. I even felt her tits. I was in cloud 9. Then her son came. They still looked incredibly fuckable but as conversationalists they favoured quantity over quality; I reflected, however, that in a few days I should be able to shut them up at will. I was happily imagining them naked, at my sexual service, and blessedly mute when it struck me that all of a sudden it had got very dark outside. I was about to remark on this when there was a blinding flash of light and a huge thunderclap and the heavens opened.Instantly the tent began to fill with laughing and. I had to have him, to swallow him. My tits swung freely down from my chest. A sweet and familiar cloud of lust set my mind afloat.I must have looked the whore I was.No classy affair, this. No subtle titillation of the senses. No carefully planned adventure. Not even the thrill of the deliciously forbidden, anymore. No excuses, no sparkling sheen of glamour. I had become a greedy slut. I just had to have my cock. And lots of it.There was no romance left.Ralph and I had just grabbed a rushed.