Dressed only in shorts and boots, she had taken in his tall tanned frame and wide shoulders, he was just how she liked her men. She was tempted to pul... over and talk to him there and then, but just couldn’t find the courage to do so. For more than a few seconds, they gazed across the lounge at each other, and for the first time in a long time she felt a twinge of sexual desire. It had been a long time since she’d felt that and it felt real good. ‘So where to we go from here?’ Carl asked. Lorna. I slowly pulled down his pink panties and his big hard cock was exposed. It was glorious and I was mesmerized. I started kissing it and sucking it. Back and forth. Up and down. Licking the shaft and then licking his scrotum. His cock was leaking tons of precum and was mixing with all the cum taste in my mouth from our previous cum swapping makeout. He said "Bobby, I am going to cum". I swallowed his shaft and he started blasting in my mouth. The shots were filling my mouth and I swallowed some. It wasn’t, but it was close enough. Don’s knuckles were white as he gripped Linda’s hips. I could tell he was close to cuming. Linda leaned forward and placed her head on his shoulder, her long blonde hair partially covering her face. I could smell the misty odor of body fluids. Don put his arms around Linda and dug his fingers into her back. He was filling her pussy with his cum, as she gently rocked back and forth while sitting on his lap. They both say still for the longest time as I. I was wearing a dinner jacket and black bow-tie, she was wearing a simple pale gold, long dress which even to my untrained eye looked Haute Couture and very expensive. We were sitting in a little bistro in a side road just off Oxford Street and no one gave us more than a casual glance. That was London for you. Our talk was about the past and how we got to this present. I was particularly interested in her being a ballerina. ‘I didn’t know you were doing that.’ I told her. ‘Becky knew. Didn’t.