"We can't fuck here!" I says."Only take a minute, if we all stand round no one will see." Sheila says, "Get on with it."I fished me tool out and rubbe...red up with a Durex, Doreen hauls up the hem of her skirt about an inch and I bends me knees and pushes upwards and eases inside her, she was all tight and warm and fucking lovely, "Oh that's so fucking good!" I says and I humped her about twice and then, "Oh fuck!" I says and me balls are crinkling and there's that feeling like there's a red hot. I specialized in Ancient History, the thousand years or so before the Romans appeared. I had a great time for about four or five years, but the museum had budget cuts and I was out of a job a few months ago. I received an interesting offer, albeit not full time, for a job here, and I jumped at the chance to see the world. Mostly, I have started work and have been exploring London for he past couple of months. By the way, it’s good to hear an American voice - I know that Americans are all over. Where was he? ‘Come’er.’ His voice came from behind the van. Now she was all like totally uber confused. Was he messing with her? Music suddenly appeared. A very nice soft piece. Sorta like escalated elevator music . . . very calming, very welcoming. The music came from within the van. Speakers speaking, welcoming, inviting. Robynn comfortably smiled and made her way around the back of the van. And there he was. Damn. The glare of the sun reflecting off the glass made it difficult to see his. Sitting at the table I look over at James and there is a long queue, so I get my phone out and head straight to Facebook. After a minute or two, I get a friend request from Michael. Shocked I look around, almost as if to check if anyone is looking at me. As I go to accept the request a message from him pops up.'I can see you, accept my request.' Now looking around frantically and embarrassed I accept the request and finally see him staring at me from a shop window. I don't even notice James.