About four beers in, Caleb's Uncle Bob had brought me my fifth beer and stayed to chat. Oh, fuck! Out of all the men there, Uncle Bob had been the l...ast attractive, a guy pretending to still be young if his gut wouldn't get in the way. As we talked, I had found that he was actually pretty funny. By the time I finished my seventh beer of the afternoon, he had become fucking hilarious. Caleb:What the fuck had been up with Molly and Uncle Bob? At first, Molly had been dismissive of his. My mouth watered at this gorgeous sight and I bent down and took one nipple in my mouth. Her hands reached down and she stroked my tool over my pants, searching for my zipper. My mouth working on her boos, I salivated all over her, licking her small mound and going up into her hairy, sweaty armpit.The smells there drove me crazy and she too must have gone mad with desire as she squirmed when my tongue worked its tasty way through her hairs. She got my zip open and reached boldly inside my. "Er, sorry," I said lamely. "Could you run it past me again?"He repeated his description of the structure of a special employer's liability policy I had put together for this client. At least this forced me to think about insurance. I told him he was nearly right except for a couple of minor points, which I explained, and he thanked me and went on with his talk. I tried to focus on what he was saying in case he picked on me again but he droned on interminably and Ursula was becoming more and. There was a long pause until he said quietly “You want to suck cock?” God, he was sure of himself. A casual pick-up in the middle of the afternoon, no subtle chatter as you got to know more about each other. You almost stammered your reply - “Yes” then added “please”, agreeing your place in the hierarchy with that single word. “Let’s go to my hotel, just down the street” he said. You both abandoned the coffees, and you followed him out of the restaurant. A hotel, so he wasn’t local, this would.