But something stopped me. Could I be over-reacting? Was I reading too much into a harmless gesture between long-standing friends? Then events overtook...me. Jayne had slipped quickly into the car and Alan had done likewise, starting it up and immediately driving off. I noted which way they left the car-park and, as I knew there were no turn-offs for a few hundred yards, I took my time following them to avoid being spotted. As I exited the car-park though, I could see Alan’s tail-lights. She stopped sucking his cock long enough to say “Cum, now, do it,” while she kept vigorously stroking. That was all the encouragement Ben needed. His whole body tensed, and Ms. Stapleton dove back down to catch his erupting flow of cum from the tip of his cock. The thick streams hit the back of her throat and she swallowed, reveling in the pleasure releasing from Ben’s body in the form of all that creamy cum…so much hot, creamy cum entering her. She thought he was done and pulled out, stroking. Nah, seriously, he’s a good boy, but he’s hardly the life of the party. I think that’s why we work so well together. I like to party, he likes to clean up.”We see Sean, the opposite of his wife – a skinny man in a baggy sweater and a pair of loose jeans. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, tired look in his eyes. “Brandy is a bit of an acquired taste. She can be a right trollop ... But she’s MY right trollop. A lot of people find her quite annoying, but I think the sun shines out of her arse!”We. Emily was scared and fretting, which madethe shoot ten times more erotic. She was completelyhumiliated to fondle her huge prick in front of usand I thought she would faint with embarrassmentafter she spurted enough cum to drown a raccoon.Andre caught every nuance. The 20 pictures that Iwould finally select for the first pictorial, I vowedto send to the Smithsonian. Those pictures would beat least as worthy as what happened at Kitty Hawk in1903.After the shoot, I had Emily sit in my lap as.