The pub seemed to be doing its usual busy lunch time trade. I nodded to a few of the regulars, and then sat at the bar with my pie and pint."Are you a...regular customer, sir?" A small, rotund, red faced man behind the bar asked the question."I've been in here a few times in the past," I admitted."The reason I ask," he continued, "is I've not long taken over the license, and I'm keen to get to know the regulars, and make sure they keep as regulars." Is there any reason why the regulars wouldn't. So, though she loved being with William so much, such visits were not without a certain inherent risk.She texted William back and said that she couldn't come over unless it was later. He replied that that was fine. So, the rest of the day she went about her typical routine, but all the while she was so eager to see William. She'd missed him. She loved his enthusiasm towards her. She especially loved knowing (according to him) that she was the only woman he'd been with since his own wife had. She was so muddy he tried to refuse to take her, and it was only when the bobby threatened to run him in for obstruction that he would do so!" I can see his point! I bet it was pretty smelly mud in those days, too!"xxxxxxxSheila and Julie were making a list of which of us had things like extra towels and dishcloths, and what we were likely to need. I reminded them that Mr Johnston had said that he could provide cooking and eating utensils from the factory canteen, and that he'd add bed linen to. Her eyes were fixed on my mouth and his cock as it slid in and out of me. She had one hand between her legs and I saw three fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She smiled at me as she moaned her approval. I closed my eyes again. I slid his cock in and out of my mouth a little faster now. The feeling I had was very enjoyable and I understood now what Susan meant about it being hard to describe. His cock was hard as a rock now, yet still felt soft against my lips. I swirled my tongue around.