Now we always liked to swap our love juices but this one time she went a stage further when she sucked off our swinging friend, until he blew in her m...uth, she then walked over to me and while our friends wife rode my cock my ex proceeded to kiss me hard letting his cum into my mouth. Now I always liked the taste of my own cum but was not sure how i would react to another blokes cum in my mouth. Whether it was the fact my cock was being ridden at the time I dont know but lets just say it went. It’s got something called a dry sump. No oil pan. It’s going to take a little longer to set that one up. Them French guys didn’t build cars the same way we did. Got some funny stuff I’ve got to figure out before I turn the crank.’ ‘Good luck.’ I walked out of the old factory with a smile on my face. Dad was spending a lot of hours there, putting the two machines into running order. He assured me the garage was doing fine and his lead hand, Robbie, was looking after things. Just like being on. “Oops….sorry baby. Did I almost make you come?” John chuckled. She knew his body so well, but that had been a near miss. “Almost darling, so close. You’re awfully damn naughty you know. My nipples are the blast-off-switch so take care. But I thought of sheep at just the right moment. Next time I won’t be able to control it.” Philippa giggled and leaned her body forward to give her husband a soft kiss on the lips. Her hard erect nipples brushed against his chest teasingly. He smelled a faint. " "Meet anyone this week?" She was being casual, trying to make it comfortable for me, but I couldn't help but know that this was the key question. Had I failed again, one more week, not getting to know anyone new? That pretty much summed it up, it was my typical week. "Hmm, tell me," she said. Like usual, I felt she was seeing right through me. "It was nothing really." I sat there and she said nothing. "I... A guy said hi to me in English." "A guy?" "James Holland." She sat there for a moment.