Doris Candleford's boobs were fair bouncing like cantaloupes ripened on the vine and her delicious slightly drooping ass cheeks were shimmering with s...eat in the mid-day sun. She didn't seem to mind the way the Professor kept managing to find a way to grope her bottom and even touch her soft smooth hip with his excited cock. Gallagher was certain if the rest of them were not there, she would have been on her knees in front of the learned man doing her best to drain the juices from his needy. Does it not pique your interest that the said Longfellow is actually talking to Nellie and not at her bristols?’ (For non-Brits this is an example of rhyming slang, commonly used in London – Bristol Cities = titties). Now she had pointed it out I did notice and marvelled again at her perception. At that moment, Nellie invited us over to join them and as we approached I recognised him as the chap who plays number eight for Bath. At this point some further explanation may be required for. I swirled my tongue all around the head and then licked from the base to the tip again. I felt like a pronstar. Just a slut with a dick in his mouth. Once it was hard, I took it out to admire the beautiful shaft. This thing was easily 7.5 inches, full formed and not too fat and it curved upward a bit, at a nice, gentle incline, great for deepthroating upside down. It was big for my mouth but not too big to make the job hard (pun intended). I removed the shaft from my mouth and started to suck. I was on the brink of a wonderful experience. But I didn't want to say something and make a mistake, blowing it. "Becky… umm, about that seeing a little more later idea…"She smiled, relaxing again. She didn't say anything, just stood up, and held out her hand. I got the message. I quickly paid the bill and we walked back out to the car. As soon as we got to the car and I opened her door, she turned to me and put her arms around my neck pulling me into a kiss.I didn't resist and instead wrapped.