She was a rather average looking brunette, barely pretty with b-cup tits and a reasonably slender body. She had a nicely trimmed muff at her crotch. �...�Considering the circumstances, I guess it would be rude of me to not offer my services in your quest.”That made her smile and then get thoughtful. “Do you think I’m attractive?” I nodded. “My husband left me for a younger girl with big breasts so I don’t feel like I’m very sexy.”I moved over closer to her and took her hand to put it on my erection. Words that were all lies that he wanted to hear. His moaned louder, more careless of its volume and the consequences of being overheard. His breath exploded from him in snorting gasps that reminded her of an old bloodhound trying to run. Please, please let him be finished, she pleaded silently with a deaf God. Please… It never was. He would bring himself that close to his orgasm, then back off. He wasn’t ready to finish that quickly. Dully, she wondered what he would do next. He did what she. After, what seemed like hours I heard the side gate open and some whispered talking that stopped before I could make any of it out. I heard the footsteps get closer, and than 2 guys were talking to each other about what was in front of them. One said something about cum running down my leg, and that I must really want it since I was out here and in position. I heard the sound of zippers coming down, and I felt a nice large cock being pushed deep into my aching cunt. He than started pounding. " You don't seem like a Shakespeare kind of guy," I laughed. Over the last few weeks, Chris had grown to be the nearest thing I had to a friend at work. We ate lunch together most days and shared private jokes about Mrs Fisher, the head teacher. He was good humoured and mischevious, but was definitely more of a soccer than Shakespeare kind of guy. "I'm not," he replied. "But this one caught my attention. Forbidden love, passion, rule breaking. Right up my street."I looked up and caught his eye..