It was dark in my room, so I turned on the lamp on my desk, which while bright on my desktop gave a dim light in the rest of my room.Katey was sitting...smiling on my bed, her knee length loose skirt showing off her sexy calves and knees, and a dark cave between her thighs that I knew lead to her honey pot that I now was lusting to pounce on and in. But first we had to talk. I sat on the bed with her and before I let her kiss me I said, "Um, Katey, I want to ask you a question?" Sure my love,". The first time I had made her have an orgasm, her first one by someone else than herself, I had heard her swear, something she never did. This time, however, she used powerful words almost all the time. She told me to fuck her, she told me how good it felt, she named the things by their names. It almost sounded like she was begging me. Begging me to fuck her. My eyes were finally getting used to the dark, and I could now see part of her face and her hair rather clearly. But I wanted to see. He carefully pulled the eggs from her orifices and took her hand, helping her to her feet.She immediately turned and began to unbuckle John’s pants, seductively lowering his zipper and unhooking the waistband. As she lowered his pants and briefs, his ridged cock sprung to attention in front of her face. In the same motion, she took him into her mouth and began to masturbate him slowly with her hand as she suckled his purple, swollen cock head. Her other hand was busy fondling his aching. I knew there was a car park at an ancient monument not far from where I live where men tended to hang out for sex. I found myself fantasising about going there and seeing what might happen. One afternoon I pulled up my courage and drove up there. My cock was hard in my pants as I drove and I rubbed it through my trousers to keep it that way.I pulled in at the site where some cars were parked. Most were empty but two cars still had their drivers inside. One was reading a newspaper. The other.