Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long...legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully with the barista while he started filling her order. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those. He succeeded butshouted loud with pain and I also shouted with pain. I felt as if my foreskinhas been torn and it was burning a lot. To ease myself I pulled the wife nearme and started fondling her boobs, she came closer and we both started kissing.Now the guy started moving up and down in slow speed. The kiss and warm movement on mycock eased my pain, but I could feel the pain he was going through. His handswere trembling and his asshole muscles were tightening and loosening. He wasstill a bit. The people were friendly inthe most part and I had a good time watching people havesex in their cars and bushes in a car park off the m4.I had got talking to Tony and we laughed and joked aboutsex and hit it off that first night, he did asked me forsex that night but I was nervous and said no. Wearranged to meet next week weather permitting and we didmeet and have sex on a picnic table. It was great funand we continued to do this over the summer and in doingso became great friends and fell in. ”“Just so long as they don’t make a mess on my carpet.”Day 3 - 12-15Joey woke to an odd clucking sound. He sat up and looked around his room. “What. The. Fuck?” He dragged himself downstairs and found Seto arranging a quincunx of postage stamps. “Are there chickens in my bedroom?”“Hens, actually.” Seto continued to read his Kindle. “French hens, to be precise.”“And, yeah, there were three of them.” Joey grinned. “Do they have names?”“I’ve been referring to them as Burgundy, Chablis and Merlot..