“Fuuuuuck yeah.” He continued, as I persisted my entry. I was sliding into him with ease, and stared down watching my shaft disappear. “Just lik... that.” He whispered. “I like it slow.”I could feel how solid my dick was, with no flex or give as I pushed into him. For a brief moment I thought how his glorious hard rod must be getting crushed into the bed while I pressed, but I’m certain he would say something if he was uncomfortable. My mind immediately went back to the sensations I was feeling. .' He whispered. I opened my mouth taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, he was so long thick and hard, I could feel him hitting the back of my throat with force as I licked and sucked, one hand clamped on his arse for support, while he groaned. I could tell I had tears in my eyes before he even said a word. 'No need to cry...you want it too right?' He said stopping his thrusts to look into my eyes while I held his cock in my mouth. he must have been a mind reader because he did. ‘Hi, is there anything exciting in here this week?’ She looked at me, her initial reaction was to walk away, but then recognition set in, ‘Oh hi, how are you?’ ‘I’m fine, how about yourself?’ ‘Can’t complain, no-one listens anyway.’ ‘Do you remember last week we fought over the shin beef?’ ‘Yes, and you won if I remember correctly.’ There was no animosity in her voice, a good sign. ‘I have something for you.’ I reached into my trolley and took out a container. ‘Do you remember wishing that we. ’ The old lady thanked her and she kept showing them around and telling them about the different pieces. Finally she asked if she could get them something to drink and Karen and Debbie both said yes at the same time. She disappeared into the back and came back with a pitcher of ice cold lemonade. She poured the lemonade for the two ladies and they both drank down the sweet, yet sour mixture, and politely asked for another glass. The old lady smiled and filled two more glasses, which the ladies.