Slowly I moved my fingers in and out. I wanted him to remember again what he was missing. Remember that overtime was not worth the loss of us. He scre...amed out ‘Baby fuck my ass, Yeah that’s it baby fuck me good.’ Filling me with thick hot heavy cream as he pumped in me taking me along for another, climax of my own. My pussy grabbed hold and milked him for every drop. Moving us into a spoon position and lulled by the summer sun, we slept. I woke up first with my lover’s hardening cock still. Not surprising, really: most people only knew her as the sweet young London girl with a mane of honey-blonde hair, peachy skin and to-die-for figure, the one who'd lost the latest Pop Tart TV competition, but had won the nation's hearts with her humour and bright disposition.Neither of which appeared on display today. Granted, this gig - a last-minute panel replacement for Tom Baker on the popular wordplay game show Bon Mot - may not exactly have been playing to her strengths. But was that her. A few of the patrons turned to look at her out of curiosity, but no stares accusing her of any carnal or perverse thoughts; No one looking through her, telling her 'I know why you are here, lass.' The man pulling the pints behind the bar was not how Olivia pictured the innkeeper to be. Tall, well-built with a shock of blonde hair, he couldn't be more than a few years older than she. His blue eyes were absolutely full of schoolboy charm as they locked onto hers when she stepped up to the. All this time Joe was snapping away with his camera. Then all of a sudden she knelt straight up and swings her leg over me and in one easy motion slides her hot pussy over my engorged cock.While she was riding me I was able to reach up and caress her pierced boobs. She asked me to gently pull on the rings in her nipples and roll the nipple between my fingers. With this goddess sitting on my cock who was I to argue, so with great enthusiasm I massaged, pulled and tweaked her boobs. Soon she was.