All she could really think about over the last two weeks was having the band fuck her like they had a few months ago. She wanted her cunt, arse and mo...uth filled with cock. She wanted cum, not rain, sprayed all over herself. She was a total slut and her husband loved her for it.The rain was peeing down and the wind was strong enough to blow a dog off a chain. The familiar blue light of the railways signage beckoned to her through the veil of falling water. She flung her overnight bag back over. " And he made her swallow every drop of his come.The cunt bawled, naturally. It pleased me. I wanted to beat the shit out of her, too, because I wanted to be pleased even more. But it was good just to see her bawl. Like a nut, she remained on her elbows and knees, let me stay in her hole and kept Higgie's dick in her mouth despite all her crying. I knew that she was a bitch like every other bitch. They're all the same. They pretend they're worth something, and they all end up the same way,. She rubbed my penis until it got hard like when I masturbated. I could see that she was breathing hard and there was a flush on her face and across her upper chest just above her breasts. Without saying anything more, she rolled on her back again and pulled me on top of her. One hand was on my hard organ and the other one on my ass and she pushed me right up inside her. “That’s how it works honey. Now if you move in and out that will make it shoot the stuff in there.”Her hands on my hips taught. I wondered how long I could keep this teasing up for. My pussy was oozing moisture, I feared the dress would be wet at the back . I knew a few of the other diners had seen me move and were enjoying the view but I wanted to show more. A mixture of emotions and ideas cascaded through my head. One idea seemed to congeal in the front of my mind, how to avoid a wet dress and how to tease more. I sat forward in my chair and bent towards my husband. His eyes travelled down the gap at the front of my.