I wondered if it was all some sort of scam just to get a good turnout for the tour. I was thinking of begging off with an excuse of a sudden emergency...at my office when the tour guide showed up.Patricia was definitely a class act. She was posh personified with dignified femininity exuding from every pore of her being. I could tell most of the horny male passengers were already under the spell of her powerful charms. I might claim that none this foolishness made the slightest impression on me. When we got in there, I grabbed the chair out of the tub and put it aside. We stepped into the tub and I turned on the water. I grabbed the soap and washed off my arm, and then worked on cleaning up Ruth’s rear end and between her legs. She turned around and returned the favor, cleaning off my now limp tool. When she was done, Ruth turned off the water and I grabbed a towel. Ruth turned to me and took the towel, wrapping it around her body. “I need to ask you a favor……..A sexual favor.” She. He moved my hands away and fingered me himself. It was beyond intense. I kept moaning, not realizing it. I came, again, all over his fingers. “Your ass is so tight.” Alan thrusted. “It feels so good.” I met his thrusts with my own. “I am gonna cum,” Alan screamed, just about leaning his torso on my back. “I want to shoot this load in your ass. “Yes,” I screamed again. “Fuck me! Let my ass have all that cum.” My own dirty talk was erotic enough to make me just a little wetter. As Alan shot. I feigned calmness as she led me to her back garden. She pointed to the privet hedge – it must be at least 300 yards in length! “Would you be a sweetie Peter, and trim my hedge? Caroline and I are going up to London shortly, for some retail therapy and a spot of lunch. We won’t be back until 8 PM. Will that be long enough for you? Only, I’m having a few girlfriends over tomorrow for an al fresco lunch party and I’d like to have it looking spick and span. The trimmers are in the shed.”Without.