My well oiled cock was slipping in and out of Sammy's tight wet hole with calculated precision. I felt myself come close to the edge while again I did...my best to delay the inevitable. Sammy latched on to me and screamed in pleasure as I continued rocketing in and out of her. I brought my hands up from the counter and pushed her legs back, giving me greater room to maneuver as my thrusting continued. Next, I pushed a free finger into Sammy's mouth where she sucked on it again, greedily. I. But then something changed, subtly, drawing me out of my relaxed stupor. The change was not in him, it was in me. I wanted him to touch more of me, wanted to feel his arms around me, wanted what I had never in my life wanted so badly before, his hands on my breasts, on my skin. It was definitely time for me to go home, I had obviously had more wine than was good for me. But if only he would slide his hands down to cup my breasts, just to let me feel the heat of his skin there. I had to get away. It rains a lot. Perhaps not quite as much as Scotland, though it might be a toss-up. We set out in a fine drizzle which turned to steady rain. On the BMW – Sally loves that machine – we dressed in oversuits and, in my case, full-face helmet and boots. I’m a motorcyclist. Rain, well, it’s part of life. I’d still prefer two (or, in that case, three) wheels to a four-wheeled box.So, yes, we dressed up, fetched the BMW out of the garage, and set off. Down the east side of Coniston Water, to Lowick. I licked furiously, trying to suck his cum into my mouth as it leaked from between the seal of her tight cunt and his rigid cock. I managed to fill my mouth with his bounteous cum and swallowed greedily.Lorraine was working wonders on my aching clit; her tongue alternately licked and sucked it as greedily as I’d just been sucking Carl’s cum. She removed her mouth from my gash and started to slap my cunt from behind, her fingertips impacting on my clit. One slap two slaps, three, four, five. Her.