Every part of my brain screamed at me to walk away. This isn't right. But something about it did feel perfectly right. I was hungry for more. “Well... well, what have we got here?” she asked playfully as she returned to me, tracing her finger along my small breasts, my stomach (she knew I was ticklish; I giggled), my hips, and finally, teasingly slowly, lifted off my shirt. I stared at her, taking in every last bit of detail, as I hadn't able to for the past few weeks: her golden locks, her. The other was that unexpected metal detector that was parked somewhere; he had forgotten where he put it. He reckoned he should at least take a stab at using it, or his wives would tease him about being suckered into accepting an unwanted gift.As to Fiona becoming part of their marriage, he would leave the decisions on that to his wives. He thought they were okay with the proposal. They would decide what would happen, when and where. He judged that it was safer to leave them to it. A good. I wanted to feel the real thing, so I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Take me to bed,” I told him. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me.” Hearing him swear under his breath, he pulled his fingers out of me and braced a hand under my ass as he stood up. Holding me to his chest with my legs wrapped tight around his hips, he strode to the bed and dropped us into the bed. Pushing us back further on the bed, his weight on top of me, he pushed my hands above my head and. Before long, coffee mornings became a regular thing, and they were good for them both.Graham worked hard in the garden clearing the brambles, digging out the weeds, and laying a new lawn leaving room for flowers and vegetables to be planted at the right time of year. Brenda was happy to not only help but to make quite certain that he had several good looks at her free-swinging tits every time she bent forward. Graham really was a godsend to her in more ways than one. She knew that he watched.