Once that was done, however, he knew where he was going. He’d seen it a lot more often than she had. He needed two hands for this, though. He knelt ...traddling her leg. He couldn’t resist a mild caress on her inner lips before parting them with his left hand. He slid the tube between them to her entry. Belatedly, he noticed that the tube was cold. “Sorry. I should have warmed it up.”“I never do.” She never held it there for longer than it took to push the plunger, either. But she felt only a. "But my offer remains open all the same."It was nearly ten o'clock when the vicarage doorbell rang and Doris arrived. She was a slender woman whose hair was flecked with grey. Her hair perfectly complemented by her silver-grey eyes. She was wearing a business suit and the stern high heels that made a woman of quite average height appear quite tall. Diane knew her lover would soon be divested of her uncomfortable, restrictive work clothes and that as always the couple would reclined together. “Like my tits do you?” she asked as I stood there frozen, my cock still firmly gripped, “Like to see ‘em?” she asked. It was all I could do to nod my head as, with her spare hand she hooked the straps of her dress from her shoulders letting the top of her dress fall enough to reveal her boobs, and what boobs they were! Lila was the opposite to my mum, she was dark, long jet black hair, tanned and lean, with those fantastic boobs with really dark nipples. My mum, whom I had seen naked before had. I knocked on the first door, no answer. Second booth had two younger guys inside jerking each other off. They invited me in but they were not what i was looking for so I declined. Almost loosing hope I knocked on the last booth's door. The door opened and there he was. An older man easily 50+ with a big belly. Looking over his shoulder, "What do you want?"I replied eagerly "Sir, would you like a hand?"With a chuckle he said "I wouldn't say no to that."Entering the booth and closing the door.