We had both recovered our equilibrium by the time I pulled up outside her semi on the (in)famous Britwell Estate in Slough. I was looking forward to b...rying John Thomas in her juicy twat, which if only half as articulated and educated as her mouth would be a consummation devoutly to be wished."Sod it," she exclaimed, "I clean forgot the kids are staying with me for the night. You will have to take a rain check, babe." Kids; you've got kids? You're married?" Yes to the first, no to the second,". I moved my head down to his cock and started kissing the head. I hadn't had many cocks, but this one was really something nice. It was so pretty and smooth. I loved the way his cock skin felt on my lips. I opened my mouth and took it inside, running my tongue around the underside as I bobbed my head up and down. His moans made me even hotter. I took him all the way down to the base. I loved the feeling of his rod in my throat as I licked the base with my tongue and played with his balls. He. I, as you can well imagine, was stone hard the entire time watching her getting fucked at both ends by all my buddies from work. Just as I thought she was going to call it a night and quit, she made the following request: “I want three huge cocks in me at once plus one in each hand.” She looked directly into my eyes while she told me to come stand at her head, then she selected the other four for her fantasy fuck. Paul slid beneath her to fuck her wet pussy, Jeff was to fuck her ass, while. “Hi, I’m Fiona, I’ll be your driver this evening.”As Fiona drove Charlotte, Emma and Deirdre to Derry, Charlotte sat in the back seat and stared at Fiona the whole trip. Her mind was a jumble of emotions; memories of Katie back in Liverpool swirled around with images of Fiona’s face. She watched as her lips pursed around the cigarette as she smoked, driving one-handed. She kept up a constant commentary on who was who in the Derry music scene... why Flatfoot Squat had split up, how The Turtle.