’ We found a table in the coffee shop adjoining the station and I learnt for the first time of the agonies to which I had unknowingly subjected this... poor girl over the last few days. Since our tube journey last week I had quite frankly not given her a thought (having much else on my mind), but her life had been dominated by thoughts of me. It took time to piece things together because unless gently prompted she would lapse into gazing at me with silent wonder, but I was able to confirm that. I knew I was rock hard and my cock moved in my pants, he bent down and touched me I moaned.As he stood up I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, out popped a cut 7” brown rock of a cock, as I clenched my fist around him he gasped, pulling him closer I glided my tongue onto his shaft, he moaned. Licking up and down his stem as I had a good rhythm going I dipped him into my mouth.After only a few dozen strokes he said “Oh my God I’m nearly there” with that I. Marck smiled and said “Once more!” and proceeded to do it again. My wife sprayed for the third time and this time she tightly closed her legs, covered he pussy with her hands screaming “No more, No more, No more please stop, please stop!”.All this had me aroused to a sexual excitement levels I have never experienced before. Right now I just wanted Marck to fuck my wife wildly and cum inside her, put his seed inside her. I wanted to see another man’s semen gush out of my wife’s vagina. I. If my space was impressive it was nothing compared to the rest of the house. It was built as an exact replica of a traditional country home in the north of England or Scotland. It was the kind of home where you might find English royalty relaxing or some major industrialist vacationing and entertaining. Heavy wood paneling, great oak stairs, amazing chandeliers, the richest carpeting and lots of stained glass were just a few of the features that stood out. Just about every room had a fireplace.