I started kissing Trisha’s face and then her lips. She started breathing heavy and really kissed me back hot, with our tongues going wild. I slipped...my hand under her short top and felt those wonderful little boobs and nipples. She reached over and rubbed my boner.The stairs light came on and down came her mom, glass of wine in hand. We quick recovered and I covered my boner with my hands. She sat down. She said: “It’s your bedtime Trish, better jump in.” Trisha was pissed, and said: “We can. He took a deep breath to calm himself and got into his car. Manoeuvring out of the space he saw Hywel by the corner waiting for him. He flashed his headlights briefly then moved slowly forwards. Hywel disappeared around the corner. He was almost to the vans when Jonas caught up with him. He could see the almost flat tyre. But then, he’d let the air out, and stood with the barman, all hoping for something like this. It seemed to be his lucky day so far.It took him a couple of minutes to pump up. I headed off to a pub I enjoyed, it had a real mix of punters. Old farts letching ater the young rent boys, mincing queens with acid tongues, rough heteros living 'dangerously' i.e. on the hunt for some C.D. arse-cunt. Plus a spattering of prostitutes having a night off. I had an okay time though I consumed more alcohol than usual and wasn't my usual 'life-of-the-party' self. So by kicking out time I felt a tad dejected and wasn't looking forward to going home. I set off walking home and around. Playing with herself whilst watching porn, but super imposing the men at work, she wondered who had the largest manhood. She fantasied about fucking her boss, as she forced her husband to watch. She already new he was 'packing', he couldn't hide his bulge. She would purposely walk into his office, with her legs ever so slightly apart with slight curve in her spine, pushing her shapely chest out, accentuating all her genetic talent. She never wore a bra, her breast were perfectly perky and her.