I loved to hear them describing me in the most obscene terms. Hearing them talking about my cunt and my tits and about how I was so wet and horny only...made me wetter and hornier.And then, when he touched me on the shoulder and told me to stand up, I saw the first man, the good-looking bloke with the big cock rolling a condom over himself."Stand up and then sit on this," he grinned. "Come on; get your cunt on it. Let's see how you fuck."Not quite believing I was actually going to do it, I rose. I bent down and took his penis in my right hand and moved it around. I could see his balls now. It was almost like it was hiding in under dick. I used my left hand to feel how soft and tender they felt. I felt the dick twitch and grow in my hands. I looked up and saw Ben with a sheepish grin on his face. He certainly had a well sized penis, my fingers was just a little short of touching at his base. The pink head was sneaking out of his skin and I pulled the skin back. He said - So, you like it. “So, after breakfast when I asked what time you had to leave, you wondered if I wanted sex again.”“Um, welllll...”“And, 'more where that came from' means... sometime... or now?”“What do you suggest?”“I don't know if we have time.”“Well, we could do other stuff some other time,” she suggests.“You'd want to?”“Um, yeah, I feel like wanting to do it again. And I don't see changing my mind any time soon.”“But just casual? Just fun without things being weird?”“Just fun.” She laughs, shaking her head. Soon an old car pulled up and a man of about mid to late 50s, I would maybe 58 ask me where I was heading, and on telling him he offered me a lift saying he was going past our town.After about 10 minutes and a bit of small talk he pulled off the motorway and was soon driving through country roads, as I am not a driver I did not think anything of it.He pulled over and turned off the engine.He said, “ sorry, I really live back there, pointing over his shoulder, and 40 miles or so is a lot out of.