The feel of her warm, wet hand running slowly up and down my shaft was exquisite.She pulled the foreskin back again, then slid her hand to the base of... my shaft and gripped in very tightly. She leaned in, her tongue looping out to run up the length of my shaft and flicker across the tiny strap of skin on the under-side of my helmet. The sensations was intense, and her grip kept the blood trapped in my swollen prick, making the head darken and swell even more.Gentle licks and nibbles she made all. One of the blokes handed us a cup of coffee each. We were all making small talk while watching the game. My mate was telling me the names of the players and how good he was at this or that and some of the other fellas were also chatting to me. It was about 30 minutes into the match when they scored the first goal of the match. We let out a cheer and I turned to my wife to say something about my old tem. As I turned around I realised she was now right at the back of the shelter and a few guys. About 10pm people started to leave and by 11pm Joy and I were the only ones left. Joy didn’t seem to want to go home. Barry and Marsha didn’t seem to want us to leave. I must admit my mind was racing. Barry and Marsha were older than us and Marsha was a fox. Great legs. Barry and I were sitting in the lounge and the two women disappeared. 5 minutes later they came back into the room totally naked. I sat there totally shocked. I looked over at Barry and he didn’t seem fazed. It clicked. This had. " muttered Trink. Hearing another knock at the door, the old gentlemen went to the door and unlocking it opened it, looking over his shoulder several times. He listened to the footmen, gave him some instructions then saying they didn't wish to be disturbed again, he quietly shut the door. Chuckling, he picked up his glass and sat back down. Collin raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Lady Helen was kind enough to send us several large mousers to take care of Brands rat problem. Hearing a shriek.