The doorbell went and there was Moira. She and her husband Tom had visited me regularly for help and advice. Tom was always either unemployed, drunk o... both, and I’d helped their marriage through some difficulties. It was obvious there was something troubling her. I sat her in one of the big soft black leather armchairs in my study. I sat in the other armchair opposite her with a coffee table in between. I’d hoped sitting relaxed in the peace and privacy of my study would help put her at ease.. ”The feel of warm skin confirmed this. She then whispered. “I've locked the door.”“I haven't got any.” I started to say but she interrupted me. “We don't need any, I'm on the pill.” She whispered. “Oh.” I replied.Christine pushed me towards the bench, as we got close she pulled my shorts down, and I sat on the bench. Christine turned away from me and pulled up he dress, her firm backside looked amazing, she eased back and reached around and grabbed my rock hard cock, she tried to ease down onto. Well it didn’t take much working out what he wanted me to take off... I agreed, he beamed, Ros laughed and they parted a little as if to give me clear passage to the ladies. Now I’m quite accustomed to taking my bra off and in a vest top it’s not especially hard to do. I ushered them back to together a little and with my back to the wall unhooked my bar and slipped the straps over my arms. I reached under my top, paused and then turned to Rob and asked if he would like the pleasure? His eyes. Dark and gloomy yes, but still dramatic enough to make us think we’ve been placed inside some painting come-to-life. We’re not speaking much, content just to ride hand-in-hand, absorbing the atmosphere around us. The wind starts to pick up, howling at us, shaking the car as we speed around each curve. Not much traffic out today, the road is ours alone. Surely this must be what the edge of the earth looks like, cliffs falling away into the roiling sea, dark clouds barely visible through the.