The fifth visitor to his bench came and went, this one left their newspaper, so he rescued it and flicked through the sports pages. Another look at th... screen confirmed no change as another train came and went. Why he was so agitated, heaven knows, the train was not due for another 10 minutes anyway, perhaps the fact he had been there since 5:30pm gave a little clue. The fluorescent digits on the arrivals board rolled over yet again like a trail of domino’s falling in a line. “Shit” he. Sir Wilbur sat in his armchair by a roaring log fire reading the Times. “Robert my boy!” He said, leaping out of the chair and giving Robert a bear hug while saying over his shoulder, “Davis we’ll take coffee.”“Yes Sir” said Davis closing the door behind him.Breaking off the hug he said, “Right, pull up a chair. I want to know everything that’s happened and don’t skip the details.” He commanded.So, Robert began by going into more detail than he had done with Mrs Mac. He knew that Sir Wilbur had. They wound up having a very dirty, detailed, sexual conversation about various things that I sat there and listened to. I was laughing along with them, enjoying it, and all the while, getting extremely horny, waiting patiently until I could masturbate later when they went to bed. Yes, sex crossed my mind, but no, I hadn't ever acted on that with any of my step-daughter's friends. I didn't want anything to come out, and deal with the fallout.The girls went upstairs, and I was in the living room.. When Lynette’s sexual pronouncement began to garble and take on a more animalistic tone, I knew she was only moments away from a vaginal fluid eruption. The sensations within my anal-intruder and body were also near the point of no return, although I hoped to hold off on my own explosive release until Lynette was completely satiated.I was surprised when Lynette’s volatile eruption of scolding hot pussy fluids started with her body held stationary with just my large cock head trapped within her.