She opened her trunk and seemed to be struggling to lift goods from her trolleys to the car. I got out of mine and approached her saying "Do you need ... hand?", she replied "Oh thankyou that would be a real help", I emptied her trolleys and after filling her boot we were talking, as it turned out she was a single mum of three k**s and was run off her feet at home.We went for a coffee in the market and talked some more, she was 38 and didn't get any time to herself especially since her husband. You gasp and as you do, a hand takes you by the back of the head and quickly guides your open mouth on to his hard cock. It is not as big as the one in your hand, much more the size you have normally but the actions of his cock being thrust in your mouth take you by surprise and cause you to gag as it hits the back of your throat. He keeps his hand on your head though and pumps your head up and down on his cock, all the way to its root. You think you will choke but you soon get used to it and. Several of the guys went inside, including our host, so I wandered in too. A woman was sitting in the office area and chatting, laughing and drinking with her husband and several guys. I went back out, saw our housemate and nodded my head. He realized immediately what was going on and we joined the group inside, standing outside the office. The woman soon was the center of attention. More about her another time.As the party continued, guests arrived and left and as day wore on, there were now. ’ ‘Not for the first time, I shouldn’t wonder,’ growled Beverley. ‘Exactly what I said.’ Kate patted Rachel’s hand. ‘You’re in good company here. We’ve all been there and we’ve all done something about it. Now it’s your turn.’ Rachel was uncertain what was expected of her, but drinks were ordered and the four of them chatted on about their experiences, their jobs, hopes and ambitions. Every so often the talk would stop whilst they made a joint survey of the men in the room, at any rate, those.