I always scribble my phone number according the phone I bought online, and they guy who finds my disposable knickers can call me for some dirty chat, ...o scribbling "Call Me, and the number 0707*******", makes for an interesting pick up later on, or a morning wank in bed at the very least"I digress, back to my staggering around the streets for a shag, with this stranger in tow. I have had my hand down his pants wanking his floppy cock for a while now and beginning to realise I have a "Brewers. Well, not quite.Actually, a lot of the time, she hated it. It meant the end of sunny days and warm endless evenings with the heady perfume of late summer flowers.But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace,. ’ ‘Friday night with the kids. Saturday day with the kids. Saturday night, just us.’ I could hear a dawning realization in her voice. ‘Yes and I’d like you and Rebecca to spend the weekend here.’ ‘Jack, we’d love to.’ Since we were coming from different directions, on Friday Jean and Rebecca met Bobby and me at Chuck E. Cheese. Once we had ordered, the kids were allowed to go to a nearby game. Conversation between Jean and I was mundane until after the pizza had been served and the kids. I looked at Audrey hoping for some help but saw no hope. I looked back at Ms Brown, she had a stern look to her face. She kept spanking my bare ass but I noticed every time her hand impacted on my ass a tremor would vibrate her titties in such a way that I couldn't help but get a massive hard-on. She had her legs close together so when my dick got hard again it was squeezed between her creamy thighs above her stockings. The bare skin of her legs felt like a silky smooth vice grip on my.