“Well, why don’t I show it to you, then you can judge for ye’self?” he proffered, his large eyes spinning with suggestiveness.“You mean, rig...t here?” I spluttered, incredulously.“Sure. I can clearly see the entrance from back here,” he stated, matter-of-factly. “Besides, if anyone does arrive, I’ll have plenty of time to put my knob away before they get to us.”There are times in life when one is totally gobsmacked by a situation you find yourself in. On an off chance, I had stumbled upon this. "Take me to bed," I whispered. "Make love to me, please?"He carried me up the stairs, laid me on our bed and took me to heaven and back. Three times. A week went by. Another. We talked about it constantly. Details were ironed out and crumpled up to be ironed out again. We knew it would happen on a friday for obvious reasons. Obvious to Jack, that is. I hadn't thought of them. We both had weekends off. Friday night was perfect because it gave us both a full two days to recover, if recovery was. Every third stroke she would pull it out and gently use her teeth on the head, kiss it and then suck it back into her mouth. I was on the verge when I wanted to fuck her. I reached down only to be pushed away. I looked into her eyes and they were staring into mine and I could see what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to cum in her mouth while we locked eyes just as we had last night. I nodded in understanding and took her head in my hands. I saw the passion in her eyes and I think she. He had a full beard and moustache - just Betty's type and waved us towards him. "We did indeed - come share our wine."I knew the accent in an instant. French Canadian! I was hooked. I was quite the linguist as a high school student - fluent in French and able to hold my own quite nicely in Spanish too. I'd planned to major in both languages in college. What a cool opportunity to be with some really hot guys - and practice my skills as well! Betty didn't have to tug twice to get me to follow her.