"Bend over,slut!" is the first thing I say to her when we get inside and she is more then willing, she expose herself by also pulling down her knicker... to her ankles and hoisting up her summer dress over her fat ass. I slap her hard before trailing my finger over her hairy cunt, making her squirm and moan. I quickly pull down my pants and boxers and with one hand in her hair and one around my 9 inched cock I guide myself into her wet and loose pussy. This time she moans even louder as she gets. I feel like I am the luckiest man on earth, and her feeling to me is mutual because she tells me she must be the luckiest woman in the world too. Early on we decided that we didn’t want any kids. My childhood was a little screwed up, so I never thought I would be any good as a parent. April told me not long after we met that having kids was something she never thought of. I guess that’s another reason we’re so good together, our feelings and interest are never too far off from each other. . He were pissed off, he usually drove a big B5 class loco, built by George Robinson in 1922 but today he had a near new J39, a smaller cheaper engine built be Herbert Gresley what weren’t really up to job so they shortened train to 40 wagon, 600 tons.It were maximum load for J39 and Tommy had to work like a trojan, shovelling coal trying to keep up steam. He were sweating buckets, he stripped off his Jacket and then his shirt as he shovelled coal inexpertly into the ravenous firebox of the loco.. He wanted to introduce himself and I welcomed him to the neighborhood. At first, he did not understand that I actually lived in the house, he thought I must be from a lawn service. I explained that I did live here, but was responsible for the lawn and pool. I showed him around the yard and our pool in the back. It was hard for me to concentrate on talking to him as I was mesmerized by his good looks, muscular body and the package that seemed to be straining the suit pants.He was impressed.