She squeezed her inner walls around me. ‘Now!’ she said. I could feel the passion wash through her as her warm juices washed over my cock. Her arm... reached up to me as I leaned toward her and they wrapped around my neck, pulling me onto her chest. I tried to keep my hips moving as the first wave of my own orgasm filled her but the pleasure was almost too intense. I was fully inside her as my body stopped, motionless except for the pulsing of my cock as I shared myself with her over and over. “Do you think you are too old for me to spank?” she would say as she pulled me through the door. “It is almost as if you want me to punish you,” she would add angrily.If the laundry room was empty when we got there– which it always was– she would push me over the big laundry sink and pull down my jeans and panties. I always kept my body held close to the sink when she did that, not because that was what she wanted, but because I didn’t want her to see how wet I was. Also, I wanted the edge of. Despite everything, everything being the still open wounds around the events of Gran’s death as well as vivid dreams of last night, I was wearing a smile, courtesy of Mr. Bibb. oOo Breakfast was a cheery affair. The day promised to be lovely, the sun chasing off the clouds by the time we piled into our hired 4-banger. I drove, as always. Joey was a champ on motorbikes, but useless with a stick. Around London, we either took the tube or hired a cab. Even if we’d been able to afford a motorcar,. Should I tell Jane? I guess I wouldn't until I was married to her. Hey, I kept the secret about the scratch ticket that still resided in the box at the bank. Again, I wouldn't have to collect on this until next year if I didn't want to. I dumped my coffee and pulled a Genesee from the refrigerator.It was midmorning before Jane and the kids arrived. I was into my third beer by this time. Jane looked askance at me. "What's up with you? You never drink in the morning." Celebrating that's all. Has.