It was nice here, reminiscing. What a great summer that was. Having just left university, he had spent the summer at home in the quiet coastal town he...called home. And had the fortune of meeting Chloe on one of his many drunken nights out. They'd clicked, their relationship bloomed, and they were careful to take their time when it came to their moment. The photos were a wonderful reminder of all the good times they'd had together that year. Neither of them had any money as such, they just. It must be a small village filled with the people of this land. Once I find a place that feels right I wait for one particular day, for one particular night. Thousands of years ago, on this day, was celebrated The Festival to The Lady, and it was celebrated with dance.Dusk creeps over the Land, but the Land does not rest, not on this night. There is a restless feeling in the air, as if everyone knows something is going to happen. Across the land lamps and hearth fires beckon. I hear the music. Tiny gentle movements in and out are enough, yet you push back hard against the cock as it starts to touch places that haven’t been touched in ages. You start to rock back and forth controlling the pace and depth. You feel a strong – different – sensation building from deep within and suddenly orgasm with a force and intensity you’d forgotten. The cock continues to gently move in and out and you start to moan and shout out thrusting back against it, losing all sense of time. A second orgasm. The other guy didn’t protest as Dan repeated the same on the second one. “I love watching my husband sucking cock, especially when I see it cum in his mouth and he swallows.”Dan stopped in mid suck, looking at Wendy. “With that comment, I imagine you want me to give one of them a blow job?”“Yes, I do. Why should I have all the fun?” She smiled.Dan’s cock sucking had been restricted to family members and Scott. He couldn’t recall giving a blow job in public besides the confines of the Hen.