I moved my hand inside his jeans rubbing his dick, he leaned his head back, I could tell he was enjoying every second of it. I leaned back into the c...air and pulling up my skirt to around my waist and he climbed into the front seat with me. I knew we weren’t going to make it to either a hotel let alone the back seat. Lying on top of me, he gently spread my legs with his cool hands and inserting his hard cock into my wet pussy. Gasping as he interested himself in me this feeling was just. When you get to my age, you realize that you get as much pleasure from giving it as you get from receiving it."Smiling, she leaned forward a bit. I glanced down below her chin at the bit of her breasts exposed by the V of her robe. "That's exactly what makes older men like you, so sexy, Mr. Turner. It isn't all about rushing into the actual sex. You like to prolong the experience and share the pleasure."Then she got up and went back to the fridge to put the V8 juice bottle back. Once again. "He said he could train me to love cock? Would you like that?" She didn't wait for my answer. "But he said that if he did that you would have to agree to be a good cuckold husband, at least for a while. You don't mind us making you into a cuckold husband and teasing you a little do you Sweetheart; especially if it will make Phil happy? That's what he really wants to do." She said. "He had a bad experience with a jealous husband years ago and said this time you would have to prove to him you. She smiled as she carefully folded each garment and placed them into a bag. “You’re from England then are you?”Sue nodded. “You sound British yourself,” she said.The woman then went on to explain that she had married a Portuguese man and moved here. “It was a holiday romance and the marriage didn’t last long but I stayed,” she told us. “I like it here. I have a partner and a son.”“We’re on holiday here too. Trying to see much of the real Portugal rather than concentrate on the tourist part.”“No.