“It’s your heritage, you know. From my side of the family.” “Huh? What?” Now it was my turn to be a little bit shocked. “You come from a l...ng line of hot-blooded, impish Irish lasses. When I met your father….” Mom got this dreamy look in her eyes. “Let’s just say, there’s a reason French men are famous as lovers.” (Yes, my dad’s ancestry is French and my mom’s is Irish.) “Italian men, too…” I smiled and looked at Vince. “Damned good lovers.” Mom kind of shocked me again. “His equipment, he got. I wriggle around to face you, careful not to dislodge the blankets and let cold air into the cocoon that we're currently laying in. Before I can say anything, you hush me by pressing your lips to mine, kissing me as though you might die if you don't. After a few seconds I've become convinced that I might die if you stop. What started out as soft but urgent has built into nothing short of demanding on both sides. I can barely breathe, but I'd rather have the next kiss than my next breath. When. Unsure of this guy intentions I decided to continue out of the park and lingered near the lorry park waiting too see what happens, for all i knew he could have just been nipping out to take a piss or as I suspected he may have been looking for the same thing as me, cock fun!A couple of minutes later he reappeared and headed straight for me, as he went to pass by me he looked across and casually said "are you waiting for me or someone else". It immediately became apparent he was as i suspected. I opened a packet and took out a black pair. On a whim I decided that a tight white Tshirt and white nylon shorts would accompany it very well. I put the clothes on and packed my shopping away.After doing this I realized that I needed to go to the corner shop to get some milk. It wasn't far, so I didn't mind. As I stepped out of the front door, my arse began to feel really itchy. I squirmed for a bit as I walked down the street, but, seeing noone nearby I gave in and had a good scratch up my.