'I took the dogs outside for a last pee before turning in. The sky was crystal clear, a halo hung around the moon that was just a couple of days off b...ing new. Ice particles in the atmosphere made the stars shimmer and dance. They appeared unusually close that night. I was standing in the small untidy garden at the back of the cottage, taking all this in and breathing in the tangy sea air when I felt, rather than saw, Trotsky stiffen. I could just make out his pale coat in the feint light. He. I quickly moved into booth #8. We both got our machines going. Marc pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I leaned toward the gloryhole and stuck my face against the wall. I darted my tongue back and forth through the hole. Marc wasted no time; his 5 inch cock slipped past my lips. I held my mouth against the wall and he fucked it. Be angling the right way I could take him all in. After just a few minutes, I felt his cum splash on to my tongue. It was a lot. I swallowed as much as I. Only my own. Bela’s was rigid, shaved and quivered to my wondering touch. She giggled then with helpless mirth. I closed my hand about it and felt its warmth. It wasn’t very big, not even half the size of my own, but it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. It gave off a scent that seemed to hypnotise me, and without much thought, I opened my mouth and suckled on it gently. Bela stopped giggling at once and her fingers clutched at my head. I pressed her legs aside and began to explore her. She set her alarm to make sure she got up early and made it out of the house well before dawn. She was still a little bleary by the time she got there. She wiped the remnants of sleep from her eyes and took a quick look in the mirror, as ready as she could ever be.Her love smiled at her, appraising her body openly warming her before the sun’s rays had their chance. Blushing, she asked, “Wanna get started?”“Yeah,” he said wistfully, but he was distracted. He reached up to her hair, fascinated by.