"She stared at him again and then a conspiratorial grin slowly spread across her face."You fox," she said. "You scheming, old fox!"He smiled delighted...y at her. "I'd better tell you what happened," he said. "This Australian you ran off with was twenty-three and you fell in love with him after you met him at the youth club. He told you he was seventeen. He persuaded you to run away with him back to Australia. He told you that as soon as you ran away there would be a look out for you at all the. He reclined at the scrubbed kitchen table, his lithe powerful frame encased in a perfectly tailored dark blue suit, languorously stretching his limbs with a coiled feline readiness. A mug of hot coffee sat steaming before him and a discarded sheaf of paper was flung haphazardly next to it. The brightly lit farm kitchen was cheerfully decorated in yellow and blue, a friendly warming Aga sat in the corner giving off a welcoming heat. A few random landscapes adorned the walls and a baby. “What did you expect?” I replied. Mine too. “I don’t know. It feels really good.” I had my eyes closed when Dave walked around the wall and pressed his cock to my lips. I was so fucking aroused, I just opened my mouth and let him slip the monster in. With George in my ass and Dave in my mouth I was impaled like a chicken on a spit. As George pushed in, I rocked forward and Dave’s cock went deeper in my mouth. Even my wildest fantasies had not prepared me for this. I had reached the pinnacle. He did not seem to care. Instead he sat by me in a swivel chair and we conversed over the next hour and a half as his wife drifted off to sleep. When she did not awaken in the next 1/2 hour, I went to excuse myself and stood up walking towards the front door. "Why are you leaving," her husband, who we will call Mr. W, asked and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the kitchen area. Before I could ask what he was up to, he had his raging hard cock pressed against my thigh and trned me around;.