His name was Mark, I told him my name, Neil, and my wife's name too. You were a long time Val said, when I sat back down, you see that man by the bar,... he's Mark, and this is what he's got between his legs, I showed her the photos, that's fucking huge she said, I want that in my cunt, I want to be fucked by that. It was arranged that Mark would come home with us, they started kissing in the taxi, Val's eyes lit up when she felt his cock getting hard as she rubbed it over his trousers, Val was. The lady of the house was an attractive blonde, Jenny, married to somebody named… Lewis, or Lawrence, or… totally blank… I think she called him ‘Guy’ for some reason. He, however, was the last thing on my mind at this point. ‘Damn,’ I muttered to myself, ‘who is this foxy lady?’ As that thought tripped across my mind my eyes wandered up toward a pair of pretty legs, silken panties, jutting breasts and hard nipples. Needless to say, my lower regions began to respond. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ ‘More. She reaches up and unbuttons my jeans, one button at a time as I watch. Her fingers find their way in and I want to scream for her to please touch me. Instead, I pull off her slacks and then discard my jeans. Now both naked, in the flickering candle light I lay down on top of her and press my thigh between her legs as I whisper how much I’ve missed this – us.The sticky, slick wetness that greets my thigh lets me know that she is wanting me as much as I want her. I slide my leg down and back up. She watched in stunned disbelief as the cowboy she was seated uponplayed his cards, one by one slowly he tossed them into the center andpulled her into a kiss. Rough whiskers scratched at the smooth skin ofher face. Under one hand, the increasing bulge signaled what he intendedto do with her as soon as he took her to his room, in her other was thewish coin she stole. She knew what she had to do, to remain here ... likethis, wasn't an option."Hey you damn asshole, how'd you get that card?" The.