I splashed some cold water on my face and took a moment in the mirror before heading back out. "You could have fucked up pretty bad there," I said to ...yself and splashed again.When I got out, he had already vacated his seat at the bar and left. I nodded my appreciation to the bartender and left a belated tip in the jar at the near corner. She smiled at me - I came in every week or so, and she seemed to recognize me - and then, much to my surprise, winked at me. "That's another load of trouble. “Oh God, That feels so good” it was an incredible feeling, having John’s cock pumping into my ass knowing that another cock would be in my pussy very soon.I looked across at Billy wanking his cock as I was being fucked in the ass “Get your fucking cock into my pussy NOW” I almost screamed at him. Sliding his cock into my hot snatch, I leaned back, resting my elbows on John’s thighs. They both began to fuck me steadily and slowly at first.“Oh fuck Yeah” I breathed, as both cocks worked on my. The restaurant was closer to her place than mine, so I accepted the unspoken invitation to continue the evening at her place. We drank a bit of wine and watched the last part of an old movie on TV. I had enough wine to be a little under the influence, but certainly not drunk. We turned off the TV, and I looked at her." I think I want to give the strap-on a try if you don't think it's weird."She smiled with the side of her mouth, and said, "You know I don't think it's weird. I thought you might. Oh fuck it – are you doing what I think you’re doing?”Gary sat back as he said the words as if expecting me to lamp him, or storm out. The sense of how much he’d worked up to the question and the dangers in putting words to it was startling. He hadn’t a clue how I’d react and neither did I. Having had the early scare with Yummy Mummy’s son. It’s always on my mind, the what if situation. Now – should I tell him or stay shtum. “What do you think I’m doing Gary?” I asked, glancing around, seeing.