“I bet a strapping lad like you can make his pecker shoot over and over again. I almost choked on all that cum just now.” I wiped at the semen spi...lling down my chin.He was speechless and still trembling a little. I grasped his erection pointing up at me, “this rock hard penis tells me you want to cum again.”“Oh god, I never,” he had to catch his breath, “I never came like that before...”“I thought you said you never did it before?” He suddenly looked embarrassed so I leaned in and touched our. ”He did not say another word.Five minutes later there was a knock on my backdoor. Trish was standing there completely naked and barefoot too boot. Her hands were behind her back, her chin was up, and her shoulders were back.The picture really caught her off guard. She had not expected me to photograph her.Trish asked, “What are you going to do with that picture?”I said, “This one and the next nine hundred and ninety-nine will join my wife’s nude pictures in my private collection.”Trish said,. When he got downstairs Helen was in the kitchen washing up, Bazza brushed beside her his cock touching Helen's ass, she quickly turned round dropping a plate as she looked down towards Bazza's cock. OH MY GOD! She sighed, Bazza laughed morning how are you today, Helen struggled to speak, erm, erm good thanks, very good now. That day Steve wasn’t home leaving Bazza and Helen alone all day, They became really close laughing, joking, really it was just Helen wanted to suck his big cock, the good. He lives in the village. He's an ex copper from Newcastle and a real sweetie. Got a really twisted sense of humour."As she drove she kept up a running commentary pointing out all the local attractions, the co-op, the pub, and the post office and of course the Roman ruins. The village was a close knit place where every one knew every one else judging by the number of people Cath either waved at or flashed her lights to.She accurately summed up the attitude of the place. "They, the real locals.