Great spurts of gooey cum flooded my mouth. I gulped desperately in an attempt to channel all of his tasty sperm down my throat. "Oh God, that was so ...ood Mrs. Greene." Said as I licked his cock head clean.I made an attempt to carry on with my painting but I couldn't concentrate with the taste of Brad's sperm fresh in my mouth. "Maybe we should continue another time?" I finally told Brad."Sure, O.K. Mrs. Greene. And you do not have to pay me for today." Brad agreed.My brief episode with Brad's. She spread it out and placed the plastic container that held their sandwiches in its midst, and pulled out the plates, cups and cutlery. Joe added water bottles, fruits, and a thermos of coffee to the little buffet, and then bowed deeply, gesturing at the blanket with flare. ‘Your feast is ready, princess.’ Her heart skipped a beat, the nickname bringing up memories of their evening together. Peeking at him she caught his light flush as he looked back apologetically. ‘Sorry. It slipped.’ . I asked her if I could get her something to drink and she responded with “don’t I get a welcome kiss first?”“Sure” and with that, I step over to her and leaned over and gave her kiss like at the station. Before I could move back, she said, “Uncle, can’t you do a little better than that?” With that she reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled me into her. I could feel her tongue reaching for mine and when our tongues met, I could feel those sharp nipples digging into my chest again. The evening is only just starting yetalready a myriad of sensations are attacking my brain and making me feelvulnerable. Mentally I struggle to come to terms with them and how Ifeel. Even the scent of my perfume is intoxicating. I am on an adrenalinehigh; a body bombarded with new and strange sensations.With a stomach full of butterflies, I approach the bar afraid to face themany stares that I expect to receive. My fears are confirmed as I noticeinterested glances from men within the crowded.