We chatted in private messages for days about ME being that guy.I was chatting only with her. So there was another level of approval necessary to make...this happen. Her husband had to agree. On my next trip to Detroit I booked a hotel near their home and planned an evening meet in a bar nearby. I had seen pictures of her. Some of them were naked pics. I had jacked off looking at her pics, but we never met. Then they arrived. She looked exactly like her pic. About 5' 8" tall, a bigger woman, not. " Jerry opened the pub door, and motioned me inside.I instantly understood why Celia had recommended it to us. The pub waswhat my dad would have called a "shit hole"; threadbare carpets, peelingwallpaper, torn seats, and an all-pervading stink of stale beer andurine. A chorus of drunken wolf-whistles greeted me as I walked in.Celia had simply wanted to make me feel uncomfortable, and it hadworked."She's such a joker, that Celia," Jerry said. "Very pleasant my arse!What are you having?" Surely. He then climb on me and started rubbing his cock over my pussy. He was doing it very slowly which made me even more horny. Then he ask me to turn around showing him my back. I did the same. He is on my back now and was kissing and neck and biting my ear. He then moved his tongue over my body and was licking my entire body. This is something new which I have not experienced before. Then he came down to my ass and moved till my feet. Again he started from my feet was licking my entire body and. The picnic, once again, got lucky on the weather and was a huge success. The softball game -- for the sixth consecutive year -- was won by the children and lost by the parents, proving that sometimes you can, indeed, win them all.As Maria had predicted, shortly after 9 p.m. the last carload of visiting parents and children trundled down the long driveway away from the Warren acreage and disappeared. The last carload -- except for Maria and me.After all, we weren't visiting parents. Or children..