Iallowed my coat to flap open, revealing my cock as it pushed up the hem onthe front of my skirt as I walked along the path feeling even more hornytha... I did before!Everything was deathly quiet and I didn't meet anyone coming towards me, soI decided to stop at the shelter that was about 200 yards away from where Iwas, and sit on the bench to maybe have a wank if there was nobody alreadyin there.The shelter resembled a bus-shelter, open at the front but closed on thetwo ends and had two benches. ''Now who was right?''That proves nothing.''We'll see.' We ordered another round of drinks, my mind racing. It had been a week since the night I met Trace. The thought of what we did and what might happen made my cock swell, but more than anything I was determined to be right. Or more precisely, I wanted to proved Jan wrong. That was my nature, I always like to win.The drinks came and I tried to change the subject. 'When are you going to get me more pictures of A? 'A' was our code name for a. We were sitting on the sofa, at opposite ends, I had already pulled out my sleeping bag about ready to crawl in when Tom shows up. He had a lot more nerve than I sitting between the two of us it took him no more than a few minutes to have his fingers dancing around her knee cap. She kept pushing his hand away as it attempted to move up her leg, but she was more than willing to respond when he reached around pulling her in for a long wet kiss. After some maneuvering Tom had had her situated. 5'6", slim waisted and broad hipped. Dark brown, unrully hair. She was wearing a biege business type suit at the time. I thought at the time, and later found to be true, that she was a little more chesty than I usually prefer. Not hollywood, false boob chesty, but larger than I typically like.We hit it off right away. Of course there were complications. She was living with someone at the time. They had, according to her, an open relationship. I never really inquired further. She soon became my.