Lavishing his cock with kisses, licking it like a cream filled lollipop that would give me the pleasure of that delicious center. I took Tom’s cock...in my mouth, my lips taunt but not tight. I rubbed up and down on his cock with my lips suckling, sucking, drawing that cock in as deeply as I could. Tongue dancing in joy as it flicked it’s way along Tom’s cock. He felt the wetness as I salivated all over his cock. I wanted his cum but had promised Peter I would bring him home a wet pussy so. "Aching like mad mate, hope they loosen up by tomorrow." Most of us seasoned pickers use ring knives Tony, they make life a lot easier and when you get used to them you will pick a hell of a lot more than using the secateurs."He went on to show me a ring knife. The ring was a short sleeve which slipped over the index finger, the knife part was a hook sharpened into a vee with a blunt tip, a thumb stall prevented any misdirected cuts and also protected the thumb from the grape stalks. A nifty. It was towards the end, when the visitors had thinned out, that she said. "Come on. Let's start packing up. My feet are killing me."That gave me a sudden and unexpected erection, and I had to adjust my clothing to try and conceal it.Back in the stock-area, Mrs Verity sank into a chair and kicked off her shoes, letting out a long, loud sigh of relief that seemed to exhale from every part of her ample frame. For me, it carried a deeply erotic charge.I had never dreamed I would be allowed to view. “Thank you for a brilliant birthday Paul. Tell me, did you enjoy watching me get fucked by other men.” “I certainly did, perhaps it something we should arrange every birthday.” He said. “I will go along with that.” I said laughing. Of course, I was secretly thinking perhaps a bit more often than that would be better, but I said nothing. Life went back to normal in the following week and my sexual urges were at a minimum, although I did keep reliving the experience most nights in my head..