He had been his rotund booty to the man for a few months now and things were going great. He dried off then rubbed baby oil all over his natural flesh...y moobs. He massaged more over his thick legs as he thought about Rufus dicking him down. He took a picture with his cell phone and sent it to his driving ‘paw-paw’.Rufus heard the notification and fumbled with his smartphone. He opened up the MMS and his eyes bugged. He got a big hard on and sped up. His drive wasn’t too much longer. He called. The hours are consistent but the hours are so consistent. Previously his working hours ranged from sixteen hours at a stretch falling to an hour of clean up three days later.This suburb has a small IGA supermarket about three blocks away on the other side of the station but most people use the big ones two suburbs over for the specials and home brands and then pay considerably more for everything else. He has little interest in petrol discount vouchers and he doesn't have to make a train. "Excuse me. Mr. Hart?" That's me," he answered, and stood. "Walter Hart, at your service."Walter Hart was a tall, distinguished man of about fifty, with iron-grey hair at the temples shading to black as coal elsewhere. He looked really sharp, his suit was obviously expensive and hand tailored to fit his lean body. He indicated to Stan and the girls to sit, and as they did Stan noticed that the table was set with four glasses. The barrister picked up the bottle from the table and poured a small. John groaned, "I'm going to cum." I reached down, grabbed his cock out of Carol and stroked it furiously. He exploded with cum, shooting on her tits, in her hair. on my hand. I rubbed it into Carol's hot skin and leaned down to lick it off her tits.As I licked her tits Carol mumbled, "I'm cumming, meeee, cum."John was on his back his wet limp cock across his thighs and grin on his face. Carol was still coming down from her latest orgasm. I held Carol tightly. After a while, we all fell.