The thought of two fit and willin' birds, AND the 'alf bottle of Bacardi was the clincher. Bugger Phil and 'is beer, give me some rum any day!So they ...elped me put me todger back in me keks, then we scarpered out of the bog before anyone else could come in and catch us.It turned out she lives just up from the Tube station at Camden. She's got a flat there, and she'd met up with the short one this evenin' not long before they'd met me. It turns out the little 'un is the taller one's workmate.. “Then let’s get creative,” she said. She turned onto her back and lay down on her back with her head towards the food of the bed. “Jan, you climb on top of me 69-style,” she instructed. “You’re going to lick my ass, and I’m going to suck your cock while Tom fucks you in the ass. That way we all get something.” “Damn woman, you are so creative!” I laughed. I climbed on top of her and spread her legs so that her cute pink asshole was exposed. At the same time I opened my thighs around her. "Like what you saw?" I asked cheekily."Mhmm, I did. Like, I know we're close Ben, but I didn't think I was actually attracted to you sexually" My s*s just said she was sexually attracted to me. Instead of thinking how wrong this was, I was thinking of something else."Well, how bout you come for a swim with me, and we see just how much?" Hmm, ok" she turned from the window and disappeared. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening, and that we both wanted to do this.She came out butt. ”“Really! That’s who I named Rachael Adams after.”He reached over to me and our discussion turned to a different topic.Later, post-shower, he led me down to his garage. Opened the padlocked cabinet, coded his way into the large gun safe. Handed me, with some ceremony, a handsome black leather case. Rifle case.I opened it. It was like a piece of Hermès custom luggage. The rifle itself fit precisely in its designated slot. As did the scope. A smaller case held cleaning tools and a small leather.