Debbie was at the bar bending over to get something off a low shelf. My cock was at its full eight inch length. I started to stroke it, watching Debbi.... Debbie turned around and saw me. She dropped what she was doing and got down right in front of me. ‘Oh no honey, that is my job.’ She grabbed my cock and started to tease it with her tongue. She licked the whole length of it and spit on it. She then began to stroke it with one hand, while the other caressed my balls. She let the head of my cock. I could feel how wet she was as my fingers pushed the mesh into her pussy which I could see was totally hairless, then I did something that shocked me and seemed to turn Jody on. I ripped a hole in the crotch of her panties, first just one of my fingers broke through the mesh but then I found myself ripping them away and exposing her cunt to my fingers. I grabbed her ankles, still in her boots, and spread her legs wide and slammed myself into her mercilessly. I had never fucked anyone in. Indeed, hers was the first farm that one would pass by when driving on the busy A404 (M) from the M1 to visit the bustling new town of Buckland Common. She'd never have been criticised so much if she was living in Wales or Northumbria, but here where land costs were high and the distance to market was so short there was nothing she could do to satisfy her neighbours. When she didn't suffer taunts from Greens who could never appreciate the value of a good leg of lamb or beef on the bone, she had. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to remember what happened the night before. But it was a total blank. I never drink too much but evidently I did last night. So this is what they call “blackout drunk,” whoever “they” are. The sheets were so luxurious, obviously we had checked into a nice hotel. But where? I crawled from the bed, leaving the rumpled sheet behind and padded across the room to the floor to ceiling window. I was drawn to the morning light streaming in like a moth to the flame..