Sunday evening slowness but then I was there. Four spam and a not very funny "funny" from a friend. Ho Hum! Back downstairs. Still ten minutes. Come o...," I thought to myself. "She hasn't spoken to her mother properly for Heaven knows how long. Stop being impatient." So I dug an opera CD out and started to play it quietly. That calmed me down and I waited patiently until the pizzas were ready. Morag wasn't but I went through and signalled to her. She nodded and waved in acknowledgement. I went. I walked a while more into a sparsely populated area near a farm. I tookoff the sweatshirt and let the rain spatter my chest and back. This feltawesome. A few minutes later I dropped off my sneakers and dropped my pantsto my ankles. I sat in the middle of the street, rain streaming off of mybody and dripping off the end of my rock hard cock.I began to stroke my wet member, remembering how it felt now, it was alittle bit better when dry, but I was on a mission, to splatter my jizzwherever I. ” Had he overheard that? He had moved his right hand to her other shoulder, and she found herself held facing the single shot of Jake entering her ‘doggy’ style, with her head thrown back, mouth open as though baying at the moon. “Lover boy is away for three weeks. Jeff for two months. Would you like to see these on the world wide web?”April was looking now at herself kneeling in front of a leering Jake, as her mouth enveloped his cock. Despite the immediate shock of these revelations, she was. We strolled lazily along the streets to our favourite bar and were relieved to find our favourite spot free, the small corner table out on the terrace. As I smooth my skirt out to sit, I spy Hugo giving the barman a nod and a cheeky wink. Moments later, our usual barman Carlos approaches with a giant goblet of gin and tonic for Hugo and a large jug of cava sangria for myself. "I know you said one, but you didn't specify glass or jug!" I laugh and playfully roll my eyes at him and hope that I.