Why there would be a purple velvet sofa in a disused train station staff room eluded me but I was sure it would all make sense soon.You pushed me down...to sit on the sofa telling me to relax whilst you made tea, knowing somehow how I take it without asking. I sat quietly taking in the view before me, your trousers hugging your ass, your buttocks gliding in them like 2 peaches in a bag. The tea made, you placed it on the table next to me and sat down, pulling me close once again. I loved this. Finally after a lot of talking i agreed to do this for her, we started to look for a suitable male for her, he had to have a large cock as my cock was 7 inches and thick, we trolled the contact mags, no computers then, finally we found a guy called Roger that Barbara fancied, he had a 8 and 1/2 inch thick cock which was really impresive.We contacted Roger, he wrote back and sounded really up for our fantasy and agreed to my wifes terms of me sucking his cock clean after they had made love, well. Meanwhile I had my nipples in each hand and pulled them with my fingers hard enough to combine the ecstasy with his fingers fucking me which was without a doubt one of his best skills. I was surprised when he stopped to take my right hand and bring it to my pussy. “Can you feel it?” he asked me… I had no other choice than to put my finger in to feel how my pussy was soaking wet. “Massage yourself”, he ordered me “and touch yourself in the way you feel most exited…” I still had one hand having. But they all looked at me like I was barmy. ‘You must have seen him, for Christ’s sake?’ But they just stared. It was like in one of those Hammer House of Horrors things where all the people in the village are in cahoots with each other, or in some sort of sect. They look at you suspiciously, but never speak, because you’re an outsider. Anyway, at Holborn station I got off and took the escalator to ground level. I thought I’d stop off at The Clover Leaf pub before I made my way home. I needed a.