My lust was at a point that I did not care if my twat was torn to shreds. I wanted and needed every inch of his hard cock. I felt my cunt lips swallow...his swollen member and knew I had all of him inside me.Now with ever thrust his hard flesh teased my G-spot, my clitoris and every inch of my sensitive pussy. Our lubricating juices are dripping down my thighs in rivulets. I know that my carpet will be forever marked by our lovemaking. It will stand witness to my infidelity. But I could care. This was one of the fantasy stories that her and Leo had played out on cam and Leslee was hoping that he picked up on it. As she turned she saw him getting up from his table and leaving his wife there started to follow.Leslee took the elevator to the first floor, got out and headed straight for the garden terrace for their meeting. She was not waiting long as Leo stepped from the elevator and at a quickened pace rushed to meet her. The embrace that happened was beyond words as they entwined. Very rapidly there was an incredible amount of saliva everywhere. Where did it all come from so fast? She kept her tight oral grip on my cock and continued. Every so often she would make these very erotic little moaning and squealing sounds, as though she was turned on by having my old cock in her mouth. Of course I doubt she really was turned on, but she was into her work, and I thoroughly appreciated the effort as it was a turn on hearing all her noises. I loved that she was doing all this. About 600 yards into the field was a set of old air raid shelters, which the guy at the cottage had told me was were the action took place. The guy was average build and roughly late 30's and made his way towards the shelter. I locked my bike to the fence and followed the guy across the field to the shelter myself.The shelter itself had two small doorways at each end which led into a darkened corridor like walk-around. It was a large rectangular structure with little window like holes along.