By the time he got to the lobby the cab was waiting. He gave the address and relaxed and watched the city disappear as they passed into more verdant s...rroundings. The cab dropped him at the front of the house. He couldn't remember if he had ever entered through the front door before. He used the key, that Horace Waters had given him, and opened the door. From the entryway he walked through the silent parlors, the dinning room, until he reached the kitchen.There were new appliances, new to him. Its a hot Summer day, I've been doing the garden and dressed in shorts and a shirt I settle down on the patio with an ice cold beerKaren, my wife's older sister arrives, we all chat for an hour then heading up to read my emails and browse the internet I leave them chatting, Karen is going says my wife,Keren comes into our home office to say bye, I show her some holiday snaps and as she leans forward her hand is on my thigh, "I like hairy legs" she saysI tease and say " its even hairier futher. Ahhhhhhh...ohhhhhh." She kept quiet while I begin moving my body against hers. I'd gotten soft for a moment, but she again feels my cock swelling against her. I kiss her very hard, practically shoving my tongue down her throat. She begins squirming under me, she kept quiet as I thrust in and out of her. " God, Marina, you're hot. You feel incredible," I moan. Her pussy throbbing with each thrust, and she begins moving her hips with my thrusting, driving myself towards my orgasm. " Oh god, you. She’d play with the straw, twirling it around in her drink. She’d cock her head and rest on her elbow leaning forward as I talked. Now I was beginning to wonder if maybe her father would not approve of the way things were going, and dump me off some place in the middle of what was a long lazy New England early summer evening at the time, but would eventually become a dark night somewhere outside of Boston. He seemed cool with it all. Sometime between the chowder and the basket of clams she.