Like many on here I do Wade through the personals fairly often. Whilst it's mostly the same dozen or so couples and singles, mostly miles away, there are occasionally more local to me ads. I often message them even if they lead nowhere. Just before Christmas I messaged a couple looking for a fella and they responded basically asking if I can do short notice daytime meets. I duly replied, explaining I'm self employed and do home improvements so could meet sharpish... but heard nothing back. That was until yesterday when I got this back "Sorry for the delay in coming back to you. We've had a lot going on, kids at home and in laws moving in so we've had no privacy. Kids are now at school and we'd love to meet. What we have in mind is you come round saying you're going to quote us on an en suite bathroom. Ken's mum and dad will be glued to the telly, you fuck me upstairs while ken is in and out keeping watch. If you could make it this afternoon then even better but before 4 when the kids are back from school " Timing wasn't great. I was working in Portsmouth, they're in bognor. It was midday already and it's an hour to bognor. I was grouting a floor and that's not something you can just drop. Anyway I cleaned the floor in double quick time, had a sneaky shower too and was soon heading down the a27 with my foot buried in the carpet. This was not a Shag I wanted to pass up on. I'd messaged I'm on my way and was taking a chance as I left before getting a confirmation message or address. There's a big layby between Chichester and bognor, I pulled into it to get changed into clean work clothes, and to look for a reply. Sure enough all systems were go. I easily found the address and was greeted by Ken who ushered me into the kitchen where his dad joined us clutching a wedge of bathroom brochures. He droned on for a bit before June joined us. Wow. Although dressed conservatively in a long loose summer dress, she was stunning . That kind of private school willowy blonde who would look at home at Ascot or wearing a barbour jacket with overpriced wellies. A quick introduction and ken suggested I look at the room. I headed upstairs following June, admiring her legs and arse. As soon as we got in the room we were snogging like teenagers, racing to undress. "Weve got 20 mins max before Ken's dad will want to be up here." I needed a taste of her cunt before fucking her so pushed her into the bed and sunk into her minge (not something you see much these days but she had a big fucking beaver) sliding my tongue up her as far as I could. This was heaven on legs. I was wanking with one hand and feeling her little titties with the other. I only got a cpl mins of minge munching before she was pulling me up. She handed me a condom which was on in a jiffy, her long legs now over my shoulders and I sunk my cock through the mass of pubes and slowly went in her to the hilt. I genuinely nearly came as it was such a turn on fucking this posh totty. We had a cpl mins of this whispering dirty stuff, before Ken came in, wanking. Again keeping his voice down he offered advice. "fuck her from behind hard. Pull her hair and stick your thumb up her arse" I couldn't argue and she obliged by getting on all fours. I was straight in her, ken whispering thar she's a slut, etc. I pulled her hair hard although Ken's words combined with him pulling her nipples hard send her over the edge. They snogged hard I think to stop her making noise. And I came, filling the Jonny with man fat. Ken had his cock back in his jeans and headed out the room. Meanwhile the slut emptied the durex onto her hand rubbing it in her tits and licking her fingers clean. I was treated to a few mins of her rimming my arse and working on my cock before time was up and we dressed. A hard snog and another feel of her sodden cunt and we headed downstairs I said my goodbyes and was soon heading back for more tile grouting!