He had cried for so long that there were no tears left. Surely he had heard her walk up, she thought, but he didn’t act like he noticed or cared. S...e continued to walk closer to him. The closer she got the more she began to feel sorry for this poor hapless angel. Could this be her long lost love she had been searching for? This certainly was not the way she was expecting to find him, and this certainly wasn’t the way she thought he would look. But there was something about him. Something. His thrusting got quicker, then I felt him tense up and his cock swell even bigger in my mouth. At what had to be the absolute last instant, he pulled out, still jerking, and grunted as he came, spurting his semen on my face and chest. Some hit my still open mouth and I reflexively swallowed, then licked what was around my lips and on my chin. The taste was interesting; not particularly good, but not really gross either. It had a weird after-taste, though, and I couldn't quite put my finger on. I’d left them on my bed when I went to the bathroom in my pyjamas and came back to my bedroom. My erection was already up rock hard in anticipation of a good hard masturbation session. I opened the door and there sitting on my bed, browsing through my magazines was Louise. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I stopped in my tracks! My magazine was open at a centrefold picture of a mature brunette woman standing. The next morning I awoke and found that she was still sleeping rather peacefully. So quietly got up, dressed and when downstairs. It was still early and I was wondering what I should do. Remembering our deal I began working on the rest of the housework. I was still kinda in the clouds and time passed by quickly. Around 9 I heard her moving around. She came down and when she saw me working she smiled and said. "Aw, I can't believe you're down here working already. Come on, take a break and come.