With the foreskin fully covering his cock, I edged my tongue inside and around and around his cock head. He quivered on the bed and his hips danced up... and down. Sensing that he was close to cumming, I retracted his hood and sucked vociferously, bobbing up and down as fast as I could go.He gasped, thrust his hips upwards and came. Spurts of his cum, his creamy cum, filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, savouring his essence. His ejaculate tasted like vanilla pudding. Sweat and delicious.As his. And I need to use the ladies room."I got a funny look on my face, " What's wrong John." Emma ask."I could use the men's room but..." My hands, how could I?Emma's face got a pink glow, " Oh my... What are we going to do?" I guess I can wait until we get to my place." You sure, John? We can figure something out," Emma's face got more pink, as she talked, " follow me, I think the 'can' is 'round back."The restroom was around the back of the old bus station. As we stood there, little Emma's mind. The wife had her eyes closed and was playing with her nipples. As I took this in I could feel my cock growing in my jeans. I could hear her wet pussy squeling as the woman worked her fingers inside. "Ready for my tounge" she said. "Oh yeah lick my pussy and suck on my clit as you finger my wet hole baby" As the woman bent her head down to taste my wifes pussy she let out a gasp of pleasure and her eyes snapped open.Shit shes seen me. " Hi baby do you like what you see?"."Hell yeah" " Well. It was only ten minutes walk away from the station. I sipped my coffee, wondering how it would all turn out.Debbie arrived back at the table, before sitting she dropped her knickers on the table. “Would you put these in your bag for me, young man…” she said in a posh upper class accent. “They seem to have fallen down around my ankles…”I laughed, it was a line from story eight, but I quickly picked them up and shoved them into my bag before anyone noticed. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up.