Steve gasped and threw his head back as the underside of his young prick was being tongued by Peggy. She had a way of flicking her tongue under the di...k as it was buried in her throat which gave an incredible sensation to the owner of the erection. She sucked on his dick for a few moments, then pivoted to the next one in the circle surrounding her. She did not pay attention to who’s penis was in her mouth. It did not matter. She was captivated by the moment. She lustfully allowed herself to be. She blew past Salisbury and Hampton Beaches, crossing the Piscataqua Bridge into Kittery. Old Orchard would have been a likely destination as would York, but her friends had said if she ever needed their cottage near Wells, she was free to use it. This was definitely one of those times. As she drove past the shops that lined the streets of Ogunquit, her thoughts drifted to the beach and what she would find there. She was hoping for lots of sun (her skin was looking slightly pale) and she wanted. ‘Are you Catholic?’ ‘No.’ ‘Would you marry in a Presbyterian Church?’ ‘Theoretically I could but I’m not the marrying kind. Now, shove off, we don’t do consumer surveys unless we’re offered big money.’ ‘I can offer big money.’ ‘Not enough for me, now fuck off before I call on my Athair mór to throw you out.’ ‘Is your Athair mór you security guy built like a brick house?’ ‘It’s what I call my grandfather, you Mac-Dick. Don’t you ignorant Scots know anything and why haven’t you got red hair? Are. She pushed her hips up to him, wanting more, but he turned instead and kissed along the soft inside of her thigh. He licked and kissed his way from her inner thigh to her knee, soft, wet, teasing kisses. Then he worked his way back up, flicking his tongue across her clit before moving onto her other leg. He gently nibbled on the soft flesh of her thigh, feeling her legs pressing against him, her hips moving, urging him back towards her pussy. Greg slipped his arms under her ass and around her.