“Oooh! Fuck! Fuck!”I shagged his dick harder and faster and my balls were proper swollen and tight. Me and my mate’s Dad, our hot cocks were sli...ping and sliding together, my cockjuice over his cock, his cockjuice over my cock. The underside of my big fat purple cockhead was sliding back and too over the full length of his cock then I felt the spunk welling up in my balls and surging up my cock and I warned my mate’s Dad.“I’m cuming! I’m cumming! I’m…oooooh!”I collapsed on top of my mate’s Dad. She was slim, about five four, and although she didn’t look busty at first the third glance you gave her told you that underneath her blouse she had delights to gladden the heart of any red-blooded man. Her hair was long and waved naturally down to just below her shoulders. Actually it was the hair that you noticed first as it was that lovely shade of dark rust they call auburn. After the hair it was her smile. People smile and you can tell that they are forcing it onto their lips. Diane’s. She was waiting with lust in her eyes. She was wearing black tight pant and a top with shawl. She was looking outside when I returned. I went near to her and hugged her from back. My cock was touching her ass through my pants and I was massaging her belly. I started to kiss her neck she held my hair and pressing me to kiss hard.I moved my hands to her boobs and started to press it. As it was small whole boob was inside my hand. She started to move her body in pleasure. Her body was hot and I. A pang of intrigue, no doubt, as usually the messages are a little more obvious - don't you agree? Something I think we both can profess to, fond memories of many playful requests and demands. But the library, I bet that has you guessing; it's hardly a restaurant or the hotel suite. I pondered delaying the second message, if only to let the intrigue settle. When I sent it I had no doubt that this time it was greeted with a curl of those delicious lips of yours. 'Black dress. Stockings. Heels.'.