There's a brief but not uncomfortable pause as we all sit in the dimly lit cab, Vincent watching me with admiration. His blue eyes seem to twinkle. He...has short grey hair and pale wrinkled, weathered skin. He reminds me of the hard looking fishermen I sometimes see down at bridlington harbour on the fishing trawlers. The conversation begins with Vincent asking us about the 'show', various questions like what made us choose here? Do I have a thing for trucker's? Are we local?.....etc. Simon does. His wife told me Adam had an accident a while ago and can’t get it up any more. “The same accident affected his tongue though. His tongue is now the size of some men’s small penis. Because of the accident we are now both very much into outer-sex. Adam is very good at it. And that tongue of his really is something!”“Adam picked up the conversation and came over and joined in. I am very proud of what I can do to her with my tongue. And she really does like it.”Right on seven-thirty Adam knocked. The sex could be better, she thought, much better. They, like all newly weds, screwed like minxes the first six months or so of their marriage. Then gradually the sex tailed off in intensity and frequency, especially after Manny's business began to take off.It was the usual story. As the business grew and prospered he devoted more and more time to it and that meant less and less time for Catherine. Not that he didn't try to make things up to her. There had been some vacations, some romantic. I was almost in tears. I wanted her, but would I get more than just a taste of her? I asked Bob if he had told her about me. "I might have mentioned it," he said. "She didn't seem surprised. How do you live with a hottie like that for two months and not try to get into her pants?" Phil was back in about five minutes and said it was my turn. Ami was lying on her bed, rubbing herself, cum oozing from her snatch. I ripped off my clothes and climbed between her legs. "I've been wanting this," I.