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Thinking of Ayaha, he wandered out the front door and headed around to what was now Ayaha`s flat. As he did he spied Shelia standing on the porch. She had changed into shorts and a halter top.
He couldn’t help but stare. The light from the flat was behind her, highlighting her fulsome figure.
She spotted him, and called, “wait there,” as she ran down the stairs. He really could not describe what happened next. One minute he was studying her lush figure, the next she was in his arms. Her lips found his as she whispered “let’s go where she can’t see us.”
She hardly broke the kiss as she directed his body until they were over behind the trees, where they could not be seen from the flat.
Without any further preliminaries her hand found his belt and before he knew it his shorts had fallen down to lie on his shoes.
Shelia grunted into his mouth, when she realised he wore no underpants. Mark couldn’t help but marvel at her urgency as her hands found his prick and squeezed it roughly.
“Go easy,” he said as he pulled his head back from hers. “Sorry,” she mumbled, “I was checking to see if what Darlene said was true.”
He waited as she played with his prick
“My god,” she said squeezing it more gently now, “she was right it’s a beauty.”
Mark watched as she sucked. He grabbed her hair and held it aside so he could watch his prick going in and out of her mouth. He moaned as he saw it create a bulge in her cheek.
Standing in the open with his prick in Shelia’s mouth his mind replayed the last two days. Shit he thought these last two days have been truly amazing.
Stan had warned him this morning after the funeral that he was now seen as a prize catch, young and rich, but most important to the players available.
When Mark started to protest, Stan added, “Some will want to marry you, most will just want to fuck you.”
“You can provide them with a safe non threatening bit of fun. Remember what had happened to your marriage is happening to many others.”
Mark jumped when Shelia bit him, “what did you do that for,” he asked quickly.
“I’ve been talking to you,” she complained.
Her frown turned to a grin when he moaned; “I never heard anything, I wasn’t listening I was enjoying. All of my senses were responding to your tongue.”
When he saw her grin he laughed, “All I could feel was your wonderful mouth.”
“I don’t have long,” she groaned as her mouth returned to his and her fingers stroked his prick.
Mark grinned “oh yes you have, Duncan called and said take your time, he’s off to bed.”
“Good” she said as she stripped of her shorts, “I don’t mind a quick shag but a long one is better.”
She sank back on her knees and took his prick back in her mouth, all the while looking at him, talking. “I love sucking a good hard prick,” she cried. Taking his prick out of her mouth and studying it, she looked up at him, “Where have you been hiding, this is a real beauty?”
Mark marvelled at the way she sucked his cock and entertained him with her descriptions of it, and what she was going to do with it.
His pants were still down around his ankles, his shirt tail was flapping in the breeze when Ayaha called from the porch, “I’ve finished unpacking. Shelia are you still here?”
“Where are you?” she called as Mark and Shelia struggled to dress.
Mark was first; he pulled up his pants and strolled out from the trees trying to look innocent. “Shelia’s over at the house she’ll be back in a minute.” he called.
Ayaha`s face lit up with a wonderful smile as he came into view. “Mr Mark I don’t know how to thank you,” she said as she took his hand. He looked down at her, as she stood close looking at him with misty eyes.
Shelia joined them, as Mark wiped a tear from Ayaha`s eye.”
She swatted him on the backside, “hands off,” she grinned.
Mark shed a tear late that night for Tammy. He marvelled at how his life had changed in the days since her death. In their last years together sex was a rare thing.
Now he was like a bloody kid in a lolly shop. He grinned to himself as he thought what a lolly shop the golf club had turned out to be.
“There are some real sweeties available.”
