We laid down on our towels after a while. Tara had a question for me, “Can I ask you a personal question?” I nodded. “How long since you’ve be...en laid?”“More years than I want to admit to,” I responded.“For me it was before I came here,” she continued. “That’s way too long for me. I have a boyfriend in Chicago but he’s for convenience. Fun and sex. He hasn’t managed to get his ass down here so far. Would you consider having sex with me? That could benefit both of us.”I was sort of stunned. This. She decided she would try that on first.She started to unbutton her blouse, but was interrupted by Ben’s voice from somewhere in the shop saying, “I’ve found the stockings you want, hold on!” and before she could say anything else, the curtain slid open and Ben was there, in the cubicle with her. He grinned.“Pretty sly, huh? Pretending you’d shouted me to fetch you some stockings. Although to be honest, I think if I’d stripped off out there and walked in the shop assistants wouldn’t have said. Stevens unzipped his shorts and pulled his cock out. Olivia wrapped her fingers around it and started to jerk him off. She kept jerking his hard cock and then pulled off the road into the park. She parked at the far end of the parking area and turned off the car. Without saying a word, the pretty blonde went down on Mr. Stevens and sucked him off right there in the car. Her head was bobbing up and down on his cock and he was soon feeding her his hot load. When she sat up, she swallowed it down. We arrived back home,and after my wife and sister had finished putting the world to rights,we were sitting having dinner.The meal was fantastic,and the wine was flowing,the two of them chatted away,i seemed to be left alone,only brought in on conversation when needed.The worse of this was the fact that her sister kept putting her hand under the table,and squeezing my crotch,and my wife was doing the same on other times.Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was.