It looked so far away. I figured I had made it halfway I may as well go the distance. I looked up and down the main street, all clear. I started walki...g toward the mailboxes. Once I was away from the corner I realized I would have nowhere to hide if a car came down the street, as there is a fence next to the sidewalk in this spot to keep people out of the creek below. I kept walking toward the mailboxes. Just as I got near it, I saw headlights coming my way. I moved behind the boxes, but stayed. After midnight, when we’d kissed everyone and wished them a happy new year I walked into the garden where Lucy was. As we sat down having a cigarette she was telling me about herself. Donna was in the kitchen talking to three blokes, they were having a right laugh and she was flirting in her own special way having consumed quite a drop of Scotch. After a half hour she said “I need the toilet” and Chris, the guy she’d originally eyed up showed her where it was. When she came out of the bathroom. .harder...faster...I thrust as she cries out "I'mmm Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"her body goes limp and I let her slide off my cock falling into a heapgiving no quarter I grab her hips and lift her ass upspreading her ass cheeks apart I place my cock at the opening to her other love hole"Now I'm going to fuck you like the slut whore that you are!"thrusting forward I jam my cock into her assa loud cry from her causes me to reach down and grab a fist full of her lovely hairviciously I yank back on her hair. I noticed my needs were a bitdifferent. I wanted to serve a man. I wanted to obey his wishes. It turns meon, I discovered. At first I was a bit shocked by this myself. Society wantswomen to be strong and emancipated. And here I am: I like to serve a man. Ina sexy way, that is. I am not doing the dishes or cleaning toilets all dayfor fun. But doing the dishes in a sexy outfit, while my man watches me...that makes it a whole different experience. And if he gets his hands on mewhile I am doing it;.