Jack had four bottles of Champagne and all the food and there was still room left in it.Jack was drinking a mug of tea with honey, he was sitting on t...e sofa in the master bedroom. Ruth was packing her suitcase. Ruth said, “Jack, we will need an overnight bag for tonight. I can put your things in with mine.”Jack replied, “Ruth, I have mine in my car. It is a quarter full, I'll go and get it and that will save you taking one. We can also use it when we're travelling in France.”Ruth agreed, then. I roused to some state of consciousness not yet awake, feeling a tiny hand gently caressing the length of my already excited manhood and kisses on my stomach, moving slowly down, caressing the tip with breaths of hot air and tiny, gentle touches of a warm tongue. I was exhausted and could not bring myself to wake, so I just enjoyed the dream…it was the second I had experienced in my lifetime, and I was beginning to appreciate them. “Mariska?” I asked, or at least I think I did. There was no. Very quickly I found my mouth full of his seed and eased up when his prick went soft. I felt a little pressure on my neck and knew I had to keep my mouth in place. Moments later a short spurt of piss heralded a further steady stream, but I was able to cope with it without a problem and then continued to gently suck the flaccid prick.Doors opened and closed as waiters brought in the food. The guests talked quietly but I was unable to make out much of their conversation. It was then that I heard. She reached up to grab my hand, but instead hit my crotch and just gripped my cock through my shorts. I was got hard instantly; this was my dream come true. She looked up me gripping my completely hard prick no and said, “If you want to fuck, we need to do it now, my husband could come back at any moment.” At the sound of that, I kneeled in front of her (keep in mind she’s sitting up in a lawn chair on a towel). I slid down her bikini bottoms and let lose my hard dick from my shorts.I slide.