Was she going to suck me…give me my first blow job? Platform soled boots completed the look. She cooed softly with pleasure, as she watched me shoot several bursts of spunk onto the sandy bank beside me. He was still quite sullen, his only option now, he said was to go back to his room for a wank. Been there, done that, just about. She increased her pace faster still, then at the last second, pulled my foreskin right back and pointed my dick away from her to my other side. Never going to happen. It felt like an electric shock ran through my cock. Proof of their illicit affair came in a bizarre way late one night. I ran my hands up, over her slightly podgy belly, then up under and onto the sides of her bra covered breasts, before cupping them fully in my two hands. I was well early, so had a quick mooch around the shops, mostly closed on a Sunday in those days, returning to the station around 11:50, to await Sandie’s arrival.
