I was not complaining, the sensation was wonderful for me too. Milf sex Sandie was now wriggling in my lap, her denim covered mound rubbing my rigid cock through my own trousers. Sandie gave me a final flash of her ginger minge, as a parting gift, before she too adjusted her dress for our disembarkation. “Payback time, mate,” he said. But after receiving Gill’s letter dumping me and now having hooked up with Sandie, I had now decided to stay put. Sandie responded by slightly parting her lips, allowing our tongues to gently explore each others mouths a little, until the lights came on, ending the evening. Electrical and electronics theory, mathematics, workshop skills, circuit drawings. “Maybe that’s part of your problem mate, setting your sights too high.” That struck a chord. More on that later. The takeout finished, we binned our rubbish and started to walk along the beach on the hard sand at the tide line. It soon became clear that I had a bit of a flair for the technical subjects.
