Yes, Mark does look good when his nice big pole is at attention for me. I looked up into his eyes and sank my lips down over his quivering manhood. He...tasted fantastic and I started to eagerly work his fabulous rod with my mouth. But after a very short time my knees and back started to hurt from the restricted angle that I was forced into. I finally pulled my mouth off Marks meat-pole and stepped out of his truck. Mark groaned in frustration; he really had expected to cum in my mouth. Actually. We arrived at my house, a 'tween-wars three bedroom semi in a village about ten miles from town, part of a small group of similar houses situated between the original village and the newer seventies estate. I'd have preferred something with more space and character, but it was all I could afford when I'd divorced seven years earlier. I opened the door and showed her in. "Can I get a shower?" she asked. "I'm all sticky." I showed her up to the bathroom. Being a thirties house, the bathroom was. He had to. Because his erect penis was now pressing against the wall. Sarah smiled. She knew. She tapped him lightly on the bottom, and said “another minute and time will be up. Be good Kevin. Be very good.” Sarah moved away. Kevin heard more movement behind him and was sure she was changing clothes. “Right Kevin, times up.” Kevin lowered his arms, rubbed them, rubbed his bottom, and turned around. Yes Sarah had changed her jeans and was now wearing her gym shorts. Dark blue with a red stripe. " Sure you can. I waited all my life for Jeff to have me. You can wait at least a few more months."Paige and I had some additional time in the garage when the others were doing chores or jobs. We made sure Corinne of Jamie didn't see us go. I didn't like sneaking around but in a way it was fun.On Saturday I met Mr Bayer, our accountant. He was very young, very thin and very naive. I liked him though. I went through the people that had worked beyond what they had been asked to do. I couldn't.