Her narrow waist provided a ramp down to her pubic mound that had a nice little tuff of a landing strip of hair. She dropped the towel from her somewh...at wet hair. She then looked me right in the eye and said “Do you mind if I suck Brian’s cock while we talk, I’m pretty horny”.What the hell was I supposed to say? I said I didn’t care and then asked if perhaps I should leave, although I certainly didn’t want to go. I didn’t know where this whole thing was going, but I couldn’t take my eyes off. Her bud was so inviting and as she pleasured Lucinda I pressed my member firmly against it, but it would not yield. Three times she resisted me but then her gleaming of moist slot distracted me, why not use the sweet soft yielding womb orifice rather than struggle to force an entry to her tight brown anal passage.So the die was cast and I changed tack and slid easily into her soft pink tunnel until she was royally skewered on my member. She protested my initial insertion with a yelp but in all. He is waiting for meIn the kitchenHot coffee readyI smile at himKiss him of the cheekTake my coffee eagerlySip it, I need it"Number 30, now I recognise you, the guy at number 30."Shit - he knows me!He doesn't smile, grin, smirkJust tells me he knewI was on my own at homeUntil after the weekend"So we could do it again - tomorrow."Now he smiles, grins, smirksAnd he knows I won't say noThe chance has come once, out of the blue, could I refuse it again?Like hell I could!My turn to smileWe could. Her hand ran up the inside of his leg and stopped below his crotch. The rest of the news was all small town gossip and tourist information. The weather report looked bad for the next three days. Thunder rumbled in the distance to verify the accuracy of the forecast. When Delores returned with mounds of steaming calories, Tom asked, ‘Is there a bus station in town?’ She pointed out the window. ‘The Greyhound stops at the Post Office once a day, Monday through Saturday. Schedules are inside. You.