‘Meet me at the toilet in a minute, there’s something I want to give you.’ His hand rests on your leg, and it’s like electricity has just shot...through your body. He stands and walks behind you towards the toilet. A minute passes, your heart is racing. You stand and turn to walk towards the toilet. You stand at the door and knock. He opens it and you enter. His soft warm lips are on yours. His hands roaming over every part of your body as he gently kisses you. His hand caresses your arse, gently. He moaned and pulled away, unbuttoning her blouse in record time. She was wearing a blue bra. He cupped her breasts and buried his face between them. His hot breath made her tremble. She slid off her blouse and grabbed a handful of his white hair and pushed him further between her tits. Lyla loved being in control, especially with a willing participant like Mr. Howe.The wicker chair began to creek. He reached around and unhooked her bra, he briefly stared at her exposed breasts before pouncing. Feeling his pubic hairs tickling her nose, she swallowed, constricting her throat around his cock before slowly withdrawing until just the head was trapped between her pouting lips. She could feel a quiver in his legs as she tongued around the little ‘v’ on the underside of the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive nerves hidden there. She pulled her mouth from around his cock and ran her tongue all way down his shaft to his balls, tonguing and sucking them into her mouth one at a time.. Conversationally we touched on anything and everything from recalled moments of shared intimacy that day in New Richmond, to “Dubya’s” short-term hold on the Presidency. I learned that Amy was basically unattached, as was I of course, and that despite the occasional boyfriend, no one had yet put down a holding deposit. Not that Amy herself had come across anyone likely to be invited to do so. Pigged-out and refreshed, we strolled back along Main Street looking at a few shops but ultimately.