Josh, although not keen himself, knew Shelley loved art, so he had organised train tickets to London, so they could visit the National Gallery and the...Tate Modern. He thought the two contrasts in art styles would make the day interesting. As they headed for London on the train, they devised a plan of action for the day. They decided it would be ‘serious art’ at the National Gallery, before lunch, then the Tate Modern for a bit of a laugh in the afternoon. The day started well, as Shelley. I touched her swollen pussy lips with my thumbs and she pushed up into my hands forcing them between her wet lips. I slipped both thumbs under the thin string that was the crotch of her panties letting one slip into her wet woman hood. “Oh god! Oh yes baby touch me!” I let the other thumb slip over her blood filled clit and watched her shiver as a small climax ran through her. That was it. I pulled her up so that she was on her knees with her face don on the blanket. I pulled the string to one. As he came, I shot my own load onto the floor between his spread legs, moaning around his cock as I did it.Jay pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. His cock glistened with my spit. He looked down at me with a smirk on his face. His eyes dropped to the puddle of my cum on the floor then raised back up to my eyes. "Guess you got off on being my cocksucker again, huh, whiteboy."I felt myself blush in embarrassment and humiliation. Even though I had sucked Jay before and been fucked by him, in. We sat a little while longer and when it was time for me to leave for the interview, we walked to the car park together and our anticipation was difficult to subdue. I was not prepared to be openly affectionate with a man and we said our goodbye with no physicality, but we both expressed how excited we were to have met and couldn’t wait to meet later. The remainder of the day was a drag as I could not focus on anything except the thought of exploring Andy’s body. The interview went all right.