I wear jumpers, jeans and boots; a far cry from my previous life. A life that made me boring.Not anymore.Not since he spoke to me.I remember the day v...vidly. I had just entered a cosy pub; outside was the bitterly cold London fog that caught your breath. The snow was falling and the warmth of the pub was welcoming because for some strange reason I had chosen to wear a long skirt and boots to go out and get some much-needed vegetables. I headed for my usual seat and found that it was taken and. Becky had introduced me to the pleasure of the pucker as she called it, none of my previous girlfriends had been so inclined.My hands pulled her cheeks apart as I pushed my tongue into her ass. It had taken me a while to adjust to the earthy taste and aroma of my lover’s ass, but it had become an addiction.Curling my tongue for greater rigidity, I worked it in and out, just enough to stretch the ring as Becky likes to put it.The fire was crackling now, and I could feel the heat on my bare skin,. But it wasn't the way that me and him fucked,that was hard and short and over in minute or two.This was slow and sensual and full of passion and now my hand was buried deep in my own pussy and my fingers were sliding over my erect clit and i was begining to feel that warm glow deep inside.As the action heated up outside the action inside was building too,my trousers some how had found there way around my ankles and my knickers were down around my creamy thighs,both hands were now working. She groaned loudly when she felt the come hit her and reached down to rub it into her skin as she continued sucking on the hard cock in her mouth. The man under her started to come and I could see his balls pump his seed into her as she took the hard cock out of her mouth. “Yes, yes,” she yelled. “Fill me with your come. I need your come inside me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,”Now the man above her started to pump his seed into her mouth. I could see his sperm spurting into her and it started to.