Do you have one I can bum from you?”I shook one of mine out of the pack and she held my hand with the lighted cigarette in it between her palms like...she wanted to keep it steady whilst she lit up.It was a struggle for me to keep my eyes off of her pretty backside and the tight pencil skirt that looked so very tempting.I saw her looking around to make certain we were alone and then she relaxed and I saw that she had been recently crying. Of course, that spiked my curiosity and I heard myself. Still inside her, we kissed deeply, our bodies one, and then I started stroking into her again, and this time she responded, taking my hands and putting them on her breasts, and I squeezed gently. For about five minutes we went on, and then just as I started to peak, she came again, putting her hands on my buttocks holding me inside her, as orut bodies tight against each other, we both came, and I rolled over so that she was on me, as we kissed.As we relaxed she said “Rod, I have never been. She sighs in frustration knowing she will have to wait a little longer before she has me inside her. I ignore her, gently massaging her ruby until she starts to squirm.Finally I take control of my raging cock and gently pop the tip inside her hot snatch and then drive the entire body inside her as deep as it will go. She groans so loud as her wet lips kiss my scrotum. “Oh finally! I can feel every vein inside me!” I dip in and out of her, slowly but firmly to begin with, savouring every slick. “You the one named after a British clock?” I asked when I stood before him.“Yes I most surely am, ma’am.” He said, tipping his hat and helping himself to an almost unhealthy stare at my bulging boulders.I looked him over. His face was kind of impish, with a big nose and thick glasses. He was not just poorly muscled, he was not muscled. “Is it true what they say about your cock, clock?”“You tell me!” He said pointing downwards.I almost fell over when I got a good look. He was wearing latex.