There were a van and a digger in the car park but everyone seemed to have left and the light was beginning to fade. We quickly parked up and put the ...eats down in the back of the car. I wasted no time in taking off my wife’s dress and pulling her knickers down. I went to work on her sweet pussy. Kissing, licking and sucking her clit. The moans of pleasure just made me more and more horny and hard. After a few minutes, my wife suddenly moved away from my face and grabbed her dress and. Both Justine and Bailey looked over but when they saw my hard-on, they looked away."Dinner time!" I cheerfully called out.For now, I had eliminated the use of the girls' hands. I covered their hands in soft extra thick mittens and they wouldn't be able to take them off. While they wore the mittens, they wouldn't be able to grip anything and the softness would lessen any blow a girl might happen to place on me. On their feet, I secured socks. The bedroom floor was vinyl and it was _very_. All that talk about a "second pig" gave them the clue, or at least that's what they claimed afterwards. But little old stupid me didn't suspect a damn thing. I really thought I was going to get to sink my hungry dick up into that sweet little blonde dancer--either her or her twin sister. Naturally I imagined that pig number two was going to be a carbon copy of pig number one--in other words no pig at all, but one gorgeous young chick. Ha!I was number three in the line--two other guys got to go. We found a pleasant café with a balcony overlooking the river and serving very good croissants and just sat, probably for a couple of hours, watching the world go by.By mid-afternoon, we were in the mood for a spot of lunch. Earlier we had passed a small restaurant with an interesting menu, and after a bit of searching, found it again. Our table was in a small alcove by the window so we could look out over the street but at the same time, we were discreetly separated from the main seating area..