Taking their places in the train and sharing a last nip from their hip flask`s, they exchanged wives names, house keys and oh the house addresses, jus... in case, each saying that the wives should be meeting the trains at their normal respective stations. Eventually they arrived at Ashford, where Gerald ‘joined’ (to you and I that is staggered over the footbridge to) the branch train to Hastings (known locally as the Marsh maggot!) Ernest however was soon on his way across the other face of the. I slid my fingers up and down her lovely thigh, moving higher and higher with each pass, finally my index finger slipped into the tiny patch of hair that my eyes were fixed on. I began rubbing her there, pushing down, trying to get farther between her luscious thighs.By this point her breathing had become heavier, and she had finished with lightly tracing and caressing my prick with her fingers. She gently took hold, pulling my foreskin back to expose the head. She then squeezed and the head. She was tall, extremly attractive, shoulder length dark curley hair, amazing eyes and such a pretty face. I was rooted to the spot in total owe of this sexual b**st, my complete sexual fantasy was there stood in front of me. Then in a quick flash she glanced across at me, gave a brief smile, flicked her hair away from her face and then she headed off down the asile of the supermarket. I wanted to follow and speak to her, if only to say hi, but I wante dto tell her she looked amazing, however I. When I returned to where Brad was seated, he intruded me to Tom. I thought, the more the merrier.Having two younger men all over me sent me over the edge. I just had to have them. I never intended for it to go so far, but I enjoyed every minute of it. I had never sucked a cock before, let alone however many I actually sucked. Nor had I done anal, but it all felt so good. It released the inner slut in me that I didn’t know I had and I want to do it again. And now with having been with another.