Turns out to be 53, married, a little stressed and decided to go have a few beers to relieve her mind some. I told her about me and the conversation w...nt several different directions, we just yacked like we had always known each other. I said to Anna that I was about to call it a night and WALK back home. She asked if I lived far away, and I explained how close I lived. I offered my cell # and reluctant at first but she took it into her phone and text me hers. We exchanged bye's and I headed. Half an hour later the attic was empty. Louise had not only helped him carry the heavy stuff down the stairs, but she had also proven to be quite bossy. Right from the start she had taken the initiative and ordered him around. At one point he had wanted to carry a table down the stairs in a certain way, but she had come around to his side and given him a push with her hip as she lifted up the table in a way that she thought was better.Her bossiness wasn’t what confused him most though. No, it. Hurrying down the hallway toward the bedroom, Max wasn’t halfway there when he heard the hot female moans.“AAAHHHH! AAAHHHH! OOOOOHHHHH FUCK! FUCKKKK! OOOOHHHH GOD! RAM THAT BIG COCK INTO ME, MR. BRINTEL!AAAAHHHHHH!! AAAAHHHHHH! FUCK MY HOT CUNT! PLEASE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”Instantly, he stopped and listened to his wife gasping and moaning as she begged her lover to fuck her harder. He knew he was supposed to be angry… furious… ready to attack the man fucking his wife. But he also knew that his. "Hey there." He says and his voice is a strong british accent that makes me want to drool all over him. But he's not getting me so easily. I just start to swim toward him and his friends just watch us, laughing and smiling. I swim so close to him he's backed up against the pool edge and our noses are almost touching. "I'm not convinced you're my type." I say gently and he just grins even more before I turn away and start to swim. I do front strokes and take a breath for each triple and I reach.