I didn’t know I owned the place until tonight. My friend and I are starving, so we will dig in.”The girl wandered around the house, checking out a...l the rooms. She returned from one of the bedrooms holding two dressed pairs of jeans and six shirts.“As you can see, I’ve got an odd body, and I’m nothing close to your wife’s size. Why would you have clothes in that room that will fit me perfectly? I can’t even find them online and always have to get things altered,” the girl asked.I laughed and. .. you feel... it... too...?"“Yes…” She moaned and admitted, bouncing against his cock fucking him as he fucked her, and feeling him fuck her as she felt herself get fucked. “I… feel... it,” She gasped, head thrown back in joyful abandon, “I feel… you. Everything…I feel… everything” She wrapped her arms around him, sighing against how soft her breasts felt pressed into his chest. Kissing him, wanting to complete the entirety of their connection, tongues slipping and filling each other’s mouths,. “Cynth seems to attract men so easily, with all those lovely curves she’s got. ‘Catherine,’ she told me, ‘you just need a jolly good rogering. Keep your eyes open, and don’t let the next opportunity pass you by’.”This conversation had become totally surreal.“Y—You’re not over the hill, Mrs Robinson.”“Please call my Catherine, Michael. How many times do I have to tell you?”I swallowed, the wine finally overcoming my natural shyness, and banishing the nerves.“I think you’re incredibly attractive,. " "You've never met the right man before," he said tenderly, then suddenly he stopped. "What?" I said mystified, "Richard what's wrong?" "Who's that?" he asked, his voice low, he was looking at a photo in a frame on my bedside cabinet. "That's just me and my mum," I said, "But she's dead now." "Your mum's name is Kathleen right?" "Right, but how did you --?" Then the awful truth dawned on me. "No," I shouted, "No, no, no." He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. "Oh God, what have I.