Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised that it just tasted like skin. He was huge and it screeched my jaws far apart. I sucked a few strokes, an...d got up and said that it was his turn. “I don’t suck cock” he said. I was crushed. I turned and started to walk away, as he closed his pants. Then it occurred to me, I went that far, what the hell! I turned back and told him I wasn’t done. He smiled and quickly had it out and up, and I was back on my knees. I must have been doing it right,. When I opened them I noticed that someone was heading towards the Jacuzzi and quickly telling my girlfriend, she hopped off my cock and rearranged herself under the water.Sitting in the pool with totally innocent expressions, a man in his late twenties asked if was ok if he joined us. Without wanting to let on, we nodded that it would be fine and he climbed in and sat the other side of my girlfriend. After about five minutes of making small talk with the stranger, (his name was Tony and he was. "Has your wife told you what she did today Donald?" Alison had turned to Donald totally ignoring Evelyn Cresswell.Donald Cresswell turned to his wife, horror was written across his face. "Please tell me you didn't." He turned to Alison Jones knowing full well what impact this would have on their marriage and their standing in the community. "I knew nothing of this Alison, you have to believe me." Donald then turned back to his wife. "You have to stop what you've started." And why would I want. I had the usual stash of magazines that I wanked over most days. For some unknown reason I also got turned on by the fashions of the day, women in long skirts and rounded collar blouses with platform sole shoes and boots. As it was the seventies men's fashions were similar and my Mother had bought me a new "Sunday Best" outfit consisting of a green rounded collar shirt, black wide flared trousers and a a pair of black platform Chelsea boots. I pretended not to really like them, and I tended to.