One day Mrs Hood ( changed for obvious reasons ) was in her front garden and beckoned me over as I was passing. Mrs Hood was maybe late fifties, widow...d and with a full figure. She was known as the local busybody and she only mixed with the neigbours to find out the local news.On this occasion she almost straight away asked me if I had a girlfriend and seemed eager to know how close we were. She asked me how often I saw her and so on. Then, completely out of the bue she asked me if I was having. My dick immediately began to swell. I hadn’t shut the door and the cool breeze must have got their attention. Kerri opened her eyes and turned her head, our eyes locked and she had this look of guilt all over her face. She never made an effort to move or even push Shelly away. Then her face contorted and she cried out in orgasm. Now I knew why she didn’t try to make a break for it she couldn’t.Shelly pulled her head from Kerri’s dripping pussy, and began to move to kiss her then she must have. I droveas they made out in the back. I was paying more attention to the GPS andthe road on the drive home only looking in the mirror a few times whenthe moans of passion grew a bit loud. The two of them really seemed tobe getting it on but not going to far I don't think. I managed to getthe three us back to where I knew where we were all by myself.?We're here Ma'am,? as I pulled up in the driveway of Pam's house. Weall got out and they were still all over each other. As we headed forthe door. I’ve been saving it for the right occasion.”I rolled up my sleeves and launched into the joke. It was about a priest with an overly large cock. He couldn’t get laid because girls took one look at his todger and ran away in fear. My joke-telling technique can be awful, especially after a few drinks. Unfortunately, booze makes me think I’m a Comedy Club head-liner. I rambled on with the story, ignoring interruptions and questions from Gabby and Susan. Annie sat with her arms folded across her.