This morning the last fucking thing we want is Andy screwing a serving officer on the fucking coffin.” “Yes your majesty, only he is very fit, and...single.” she replied.“Oh for fuck’s sake which idiot let women in the RAF.” he moaned.“Don’t say “Fuck” on camera dear they can lip read,” Camilla councilled.“Yes my treasure, what would I do without you,” Charles replied.“Play the field like me, have some fun?” Andy chipped in.“I’m seventy odd fucking years old,” Charles chipped in, “When you’re. I was dressed in leather boots, short skirt (no panties) and skimpy revealing spaghetti strap top (no bra). I had a guy (customer) approach me and ask me what I needed. He gladly paid the money and we both went in. I followed him around to the hallway where the viewing booths were, and it got very dark, so dark I got nervous because I could see absolutely nothing. I heard him say "here",and felt his hand tough my arm, and he led me to one of the booths, opening it so we could see it was empty.. If we carried on back up the coast, we could pop in to Hamford Water, which is the setting for one of the Swallows and Amazons books, or carry on and sail up to Mistley on the Stour. We'd get there about ten tonight, all being well. We could anchor lower down the Stour if we get tired, or if we get held up." If we went to Mistley, we could see Jenni again, couldn't we? I'd like that." She won't be there until Sunday afternoon," I pointed out, "but yes." Why don't we spend the night in Hamford. Richard went to move but then realised that his trousers were at his ankles, so he took off his shoes and then trousers before kneeling behind the ass that was patiently awaiting his attention. He stroked and caressed and kissed Marcie's buttocks as she 'purred', "Mmm, I love having my ass kissed."Richard paid some more attention to Marcie's bottom with plans to pay even more later but his rock hard penis was telling him that now was the time to fuck, "Marcie, my cock is so hard for you," he.