. I heard a voice, "Ignore him love... he wont bite."I smiled weakly... trying not to look up... the dog was pulled away, and I felt... rather than sa...... a guy going past."Night..." He said.As he wandered off down the road... I looked after him... I vaguely recognised him. Old age pensioner from another road. I raced across to my house... listened and was inside and up the stairs in one swift move. Back in my flat... coat off... sitting at my kitchen table... I was elated. I'd done it... a. I was moaning loud like a slut.After I came to bearings with his cock, he started really pumping me hard. Slamming his body into my ass, his balls slapping loudly. He grabbed my ass like handles and drove into me deep, then reached around with one hand grabbing my dripping cock, the other hand groping my boobs. He was fucking me like a fat slut and I was loving it! I was moaning and begging him to fuck harder until he said he was about to cum. I quickly turned around and made him shoot his load. We thought most of our friend’s parents were just more discrete than ours were, the swinger lifestyle was the norm and not unusual. Learning that it was very different than most people lived was part of my awakening. My brothers and I had seen some of this together, so my brother Neil I knew would not run to mom or be freaked out. But he would be interested and curious, so it was best I talk to him sooner rather than later. I admit I was worried a little about what he would say. He was not in. The slash windows were narrow and retangular and now looked incongruous alongside the later additions.Laurie watched the demo people set up their gear. Much of the timber, of course, would be salvaged and sold off at a grossly inflated price. That's the way it is, he thought, everyone making a fortune out of the hard manual work of folks long dead. The old farm was going to be sub-divided into 30 acre blocks and sold off to city folks at half a million bucks apiece. That means the developers.