My neighbour Sam was doing the same and I said hi a couple of times over the wall. He is an older man, about 58 and is divorced. He is fit for his age...and fairly good looking. After a long day in the garden we were both admiring our work and started chatting about what we wanted to do next. We talked for a while and I offered him a drink. He said OK. We finished that one fast so I said, "why don't you come over and have a rest and another beer. He came over through the back gate. After the 3rd. Anyway, we set off a couple of days short of Christmas, suitably clad against the winter cold and damp ... remember, on a motorbike, you have to contend with wind-chill, equivalent to a degree drop in temperature for every mile per hour of wind-speed ... and arrived at my mother's house in Newark, Nottinghamshire, mid afternoon, after five hours. Two hours of that were spent in various cafés and service areas, thawing out.Mother opened the door. "Come in, come in! Don't let all the heat out!. Lorrie had Sara in the bed with her tonight; she must have been fussy.I was up at 0500 - the Emir was to be here at 0600 for the early breakfast.The breakfast was a working breakfast. Over coffee I was filled in on the present day Nigeria’s problems and its problems with its neighbors. Then there was the growing problems with Boko-Haram. I had gained a lot of knowledge about the area.I learned even more about the relationship with China and its foreign aid package to Nigeria. As usual with. God, I'm cumming again. It feels so good. I love this cock. I love him fucking me. Tell me I don't have to stop, baby. Tell me we'll keep doing this. I don't want to hide anymore. Oh God, I want us to share his cock, baby. I want you to experience what I'm experiencing. I want...I want...Ooohhhhhhh.Sharron explodes in orgasm. Her fluids cascade down his cock. His shaft, his balls, his thighs all glisten with her juices. Her face screws up in a pained expression. "Ooohhh. We have to stop.