I kept staring at her large breast. I finally looked up at her eyes. She was staring at my crotch. She could make out my hard cock under my tan cargo ...horts. I looked down to see my cock had grown down my thigh. Her eyes got big as I put my hand on my thigh. I touched the thin material covering my cock. She let out a big sigh. I then started to unzip my cargo shorts. I open the top of my boxer briefs freeing my cock. It flopped out the front of the opening. I heard a moan. Mmmmm Mr. Kelly. Your. How can you feel so safe with someone you have never met? Your brain is about to short circuit. It cannot process all the sensations running through it. You exhale but not fully, you can’t your breath is too shallow, your heart beating too fast. God..you want him, you turn your head toward his mouth hoping his lips with pay homage to yours. They do and now you are fully supported in his arms, you are floating or at least feel like you are. He holds you a little tighter but his free hand. Our pubic hair meshed, and I could feel her tightness and the inner muscles gripped my penis with the clutching of her experienced pussy. Her hands went to my kneecaps for bracing and with just a slight rocking she accomplished a sawing motion that never disengaged our organs but granted long strokes of in and out, nonetheless. I was building to an orgasm but she was ahead of me that way too. She shuddered and climaxed, and climbed off my prick before I peaked."That's the advantages of being. "Bloody hell Tony" he asked, "What the hell's all this about?"I could see that Tony was upset, so I took over,"In your pocket, I think we'd find a twenty pound note with the number 107 written on it in ink" I pulled out the rest of the notes from my pocket and showed him the numbers from 108 onwards.He stared at me and realization dawned on him,"I'm a private investigator" I lied, "And you're nicked, we'll give you a choice though, you can either empty your pockets now or we'll call the police.