I took him back to my flat, I didn't bother making him a tea or coffee I just took him straight to the bedroom and sat him on the bed, "what's your na...e", I asked him, "John, John Fields", he replied. He looked as though he was still in his work gear, a t-shirt, shorts and a pair of safety boots. Fuck I thought I've hit the jack pot here, John was a short stocky bull of a man, the type that's got no neck, his arms were large and tattooed, same with his legs, his face was round and chubby, his. "We watched you both last night, we couldn't help it, it was so hot," said Christine."We, ah, we got a little carried away ourselves it was so hot and the thing is, we really wanted to feel Jamie inside us too. He looked so big and you were obviously enjoying what he was doing. We got a bit jealous," said Debbie."You must be kidding! Are you asking me to share Jamie with you both?" Laura asked, disbelief in her voice."Would that be so bad? I mean, there's a need to try and rebuild the. It took me a few minutes of running from window to window, before I found a point where I could get a good look at her. She was even more amazing than I'd first thought. She stood on the dock, water dripping from her nipples and ass. Putting her hands behind her head, she did a few twists and bent down almost to the dock. Her movements were so smooth and fluid, I wondered if she were a dancer or a gymnast. Her breasts stood firm and proud with blackberry shaped nipples and her ass was. I had forgotten that Marianne had once used my cell to send Pam a message. “Sure,” I replied.“Come prepared for a workout,” Pam responded, adding a happy face after the word “workout.”I had no idea where the workout offer was leading, but my man-sense told me that if I played my cards just right, I might get lucky. Now all I had to do is come up with a story to excuse my Saturday afternoon absence from the "honey-do" list my wife had created. Fortunately, Marianne had planned an afternoon out.