I was early and slipped into the warmth of the snug Saloon Bar, which was already starting to fill with lunchtime drinkers. Listening to the accents, ...t was obvious that few locals patronised the place at weekends. Most of the people were 'second homers', up from London, as I was. I ordered a pint of Adnam's Best Bitter and found myself a table where I could watch the door and be easily seen when she came in.She didn't show. By One O'clock I decided I'd been stood up. It wasn't a great surprise. As we kissed she ran her handup my skirt and slipped it inside my panties and gently rubbed my pussy lips.She was a good kisser and this, coupled with my own thoughts about what I wasgoing to do to the predatory old dyke once I had her tied up, ensured thatI was wet enough down there to re-assure her about where the night was heading. ?You can touch me, you know.? Rachel whispered in my ear. I didn't want toget to carried away in here so I gingerly slid my hand round to stroke herbum, but. It's beautiful in there too.Keep fucking me John I'm going to cum on your cock. Yes, yeesss, oh fucckk.I swear when Carroll came her pussy got tighter and tighter.I've got you now John. My pussy has a vice lock on your cock. I'm not going to let your cock go until you cum. Shit I was close to cumming. I didn't want to so I tried to slow down. I wanted to fuck this beauty for the longest time and now I'm fucking her. Somehow Carroll squeezed my dick tighter and tighter with her pussy.I felt my. .” I stopped. Steve was looking at me with intense interest, his eyes shining, his mouth slightly open. His hand went to the front of his shorts; I could see he was shifting his cock around again. I did the same. “Go on,” he insisted. And so I took a big swig of beer and told him what happened next, a part of the story I had never told before, a part I couldn’t stop myself from telling now: About how one of the girls said “Switch” again, but this time when they got up my girl took my arm.