It didn’t take long after I stood next to him in his local pub one night to discover – from the faint trace of an accent he had that he still had ...�� that he originally had to have come from the London area somewhere. London is a big city, I come from there myself. So big in fact, and with a pretty diverse population, that if you’ve grown up there, you can learn a hell of a lot from the way people speak, the actual words and references they use. I had to fall into casual conversation with the guy. .. doesn't offend you... but I really wanna suck your cock."She removed her hands from her body and reached towards his cock."Oh, I wanna suck that big ole cock of yours sooooo baaaaaad."Warren laughed, "I'm not sure you're satiated yet kiddo, that finger in your pussy is tellin' a different story."Glenda responded with a sly laugh. "Well," was all she could manage in reply as Warren trailed a series of kisses up her thigh stopping short of her pussy, then pushed himself up into a kneeling. Certainly we couldn't be heard as we discussed the intimate and secret details of our love for one another.The only problem our relationship had was that we were both married -- and not to each other. Her husband worked in the city and she had a job in the suburbs, not too far from where we would see one another. From time to time, she had days off during the week and we got together then.I loved making love to her. It was so satisfying to kiss her all over, lick her entire body from her. In the meantime the outhouse was our old standby.This was getting frustrating because in the small cluster of homes, several of the women had far too little to do, so they filled their time watching the goings on at our house, in addition to other homes. I remember one summer day, the one neighbor who lived behind and adjacent to the property line, watched and then called Mom, asking if one of us were sick because we had used the outhouse several times that afternoon.After chemical toilets were.