We had met a few weeks ago at a music event at a local bar. Tom was handsome with a light beard, his hair cut short and a trim build. He and his wife ...iked to row on the weekends, they told us, so they were both fit and athletic. Marijke’s blond hair was cut short framing a nice friendly heart-shaped face. She was not tall by Dutch standards and today she wore a lightweight low-cut blouse that hinted at a nice pair of breasts underneath. When she turned her ass was tight and shapely in her. Maybe there was something in the oil that was slowing me down. By the time the second song finished, I was almost out of my head and bucking and thrashing trying to get inside of her. I would almost drive little Pete home, but she would dance away at the just last moment.Finally the music changed to something slow and she rubbed against me very slowly, and then leaned over, and in one swift move impaled herself on my prick. Now she was sliding me in and out of her as she swayed with the. Since our k**s had already married and moved, we didn’t share many activities. the story: ‘ we’ll okay, i think i can do it temporarily, i can’t commit to doing it indefinitely, you do understand that marcia’ ? ‘yeah, okay…okay, one week at a time…no he wouldn’t care, it’s only for an hour and a half and i’ll be just across the street.’ okay marcia, i’ll see you when you get home. okay, you too.’ ‘so what was that about dear’? i queried, not looking up from the story i was writing. ‘marcia. He was and i entered and headed to the back room. He had already pulled his shorts down and was stroking his BBC. I pulled my tee shirt off and my shorts and got on my knees, taking his BBC in my mouth. I first kissed and lick on the head and then slide it pass my lips to suck on it. It was warm and i enjoyed feeling his BBC swell in my mouth. He started to fuck my mouth faster and pushing the back of my head forward. He jerked and shot his warm salty load down the back of my throat. I sucked.