After a lot of ego boosting spirits, together they staggered to the station, each buying a big bunch of flowers from a stall in the station, (the rail...ay equivalent of ‘petrol station after-thought flowers’,) both thinking it, an ice breaker, a diplomatic start of their week of hopeful lust. Taking their places in the train and sharing a last nip from their hip flask`s, they exchanged wives names, house keys and oh the house addresses, just in case, each saying that the wives should be meeting. ..why couldn't I shut up? Why wouldn't he do the gentlemanly thing and stop my mouth with a nice big fat cock?But then he did just that, shoving himself insistently into my yap, parting my lips wide to accommodate his girth. Richard would have a difficult time fitting his cock into a turtle-neck shirt let alone my much smaller mouth, but somehow I managed. My lips peeled around his prick like a second foreskin, and it was all I could do to distract myself by licking him. My tongue was amazed at. He spoke “It has been tradition for the Earl of Belshes to deliver the rules of the annual hunt every year since 1752. I will not deviate from such an obligation. Since the establishment of the League of Sapien Hunters in the house behind over 250 years ago, one hundred gentlemen have gathered here in the ancestral home of my family to hunt the immoral women they have captured over the year. However, there must be rules to this endeavour, the prey will be released in thirty minutes, you will be. At the sight of her naked toned body his cock flexes. She gives him lasciviously look and puts her cum covered hand in her mouth. Steve is confused, the thought of what she just did should be disgusting but instead it excited him more than he thought possible. Without even being touched he blows another load. The cum splatters on Natasha’s chest. She wipes it with her hands and licks her hands clean.“Wow, i guess that’s what happens when you seduce a 96 year old virgin” She says playfully. She.