I had an uncontrollable urge to touch myself right there at my desk. Honestly, I had a few other urges and desires at that moment as well. My wet puss... would have to wait until I could go to the restroom for some privacy.Throughout the rest of the day, my work production was low. I browsed and chatted online with a few people, but my thoughts were focused on one person…on one big cock. Every other guy’s cock that I saw online that day paled in comparison to the one I was envisioning based on. “I’m afraid you’re out of luck, Sir,” said the officer. “Twenty years ago there was an officer stationed full time at Coombe Ottery and his house served as a police station. Fifteen years ago all the local constables were consolidated here and their records were supposed to be brought here too but the Coombe Ottery records appear to have been lost in transit. We have no Coombe Ottery records prior to fifteen years ago.”After sandwiches from a bakery cafe, I set out to find the publishers of the. ‘Shit Simon, we are out of beer,’ I said, looking through my sunglasses to ice just floating in the cooler. Looking at my watch I said, ‘That was 4 dozen cans of beer in 3 hours man.’ Simon glanced down at the cooler with a drunken stare. ‘Bummer’ he said as he looked at the ice floating in the cool water of the cooler. We both looked at each other. ‘What do we do now?’ asked Simon. ‘Well, seeing we are getting burn to a crisp here, lets see if we can find some shade and cool off’ I said,. ......I looked around and saw nothing......I brought my gaze back onto my wife sucking my cock, closed my eyes as her warm mouth took me deeper and deeper...then I heard the sound again.Opening my eyes, this time I could see a man slowly approaching the car, then another and another, walking out of the darkness and slowly surrounding the car. My wife completely unaware, just carried on sucking my cock into her mouth as the crowd gathered, but my cock was straining with excitement knowing we.