He asked why I didn't use Craig's list. I had been testing the waters there but the few I contacted wanted a quick blow and go, giving or receiving. I... want something more. Not in a car or rest room either.Well he admitted to being a long time practicing bisexual with a place in a city I knew. I decided rather quickly that this would be the time to see if I could satisfy my desires. We agreed to meet and see where things went.We met a an outside café for drinks and quickly fell into a. I hated Ireland; of course I missed Annalise, but it wasn't just that. Although the country of Ireland is beautiful the people were shite, or at least those that I came across were. Being spat at, sworn at, having used sanitary towels, shit filled nappies, and the contents of piss pots thrown at you doesn't endear you to those who do it. The filthy language, from children, young girls and women, had to be heard to be believed. What really got up my nose was that the majority of the local. Pleeeeease!"But Ian didn't listen; he walked up to the bales and stood by her head. He looked at Bernie, Bernie nodded. Billy jumped on the bales next to Jackie's shoulders. Ian knelt on the other side, his hard wet cock waving in front of her eyes. Ian grabbed her by her hair, he turned her head towards him, grabbed his cock and spoke, one word. Without ceremony he shoved the huge head of his cock roughly into Jackie's mouth. "Suck!" was all he said. Jackie was clearly shocked, the bulbous. I stood there mesmerized and looked at Walter as he looked at my wife.Suddenly he shrugged his shoulders, hesitantly stretch a hand forward and carefully let a finger slide from the bottom-part of my wife's little hill up towards the pink nipple, lying lazy and almost flat in the surrounding ring of her aureolae, ready to spring into an hard little bud ready to burst into a sensitive tool to get her juices flowing. Mona has the most sensitive breasts I've ever heard of. She can get mini-orgasms.