Meg thought that she might miss him when he went ,but she didn’t , not for one second . The whole thing had been a big mistake and now Meg was alone...and really no better off than she was before.Meg was a little over forty and still had a good body and pretty face framed in flame red hair but all the good men ,as the song went, had gone, or so it seemed.With only herself to wash and cook for Meg was bored to tears.She cleaned the house every day but it never seemed to get untidy enough to bother. I knew from the AA town plan that the railway station was to the north of the Town Centre; after studying the much larger map on the tourist information board near the exit, I turned left outside the station building, went down the steps at the end of the car park, and found myself at a busy road junction. Getting my bearings again – I knew I needed to move south and away from the railway line – I headed off to the right down Albert Street, admiring the many grand Victorian buildings, including. I repeated the suck and release for several more times and his cock remained hard until he was ready to release another load of sperm into my mouth. I haven't any idea of how long I'd been sucking his cock for this second load of sperm, but when he finally reach the point he couldn't hold back any more he filled my mouth to over flowing. His sperm was now freely flowing down the shaft of his cock and pooling at the base. After his cock quit pumping sperm inside my mouth I swallowed his. "Well, Cynthia, I'm Erin, and that's my girlfriend Patty, and this is for you," she mentioned, handing me a single bill.I grabbed it and looked at it. 'A hundred-dollar bill for a five-mile ride?'"Just let us have some fun back here on the drive home, and you can keep that, and we'll give you a perfect score. Although, before we head off, I have a question, are there any cameras in here?" No, Erin," I answered, shaking my head no."Good," she added, leaning back with Patty. "Feel free to look in.