Mystery solved.“I’ll be gone for the next three weeks. You have a contact email address. Shoot me an email and I’ll call you back.”“Where ar... you going?”“Nowhere in particular.”“One of those kinds of trips.”Peter didn’t answer. He turned and climbed the stairs. When he reached the parking lot, he pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message. He smiled and put the phone back in his pocket.In the basement, the foreman pulled out his cell phone and composed an email. He hit send. Nothing. I love you, that's all." I love you too," I said.The words seemed to calm her, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.After one more slow kiss, she said, "I'm hungry. Let's eat."I used the pot, washed my hands and went downstairs to cook.I wore my pajamas to cook; bacon grease splattering on bare boobs hurts, and the bottoms prevented my leaky pussy from staining the chair. Connie had been rather active behind me as I worked the stove.We were having our third cup of coffee when she. I knew her husband had never fucked her in the ass. The hole gradually widened and I stood and bent behind her, doggie style. She bent down and her shithole opened more. My cock touched her asshole and she said slowly, “push slowly” I cupped her breast. She held on to the railing in the bathroom for support as my cock went inside her. She moaned huskily as I pushed in and pulled out. My full cock could not go in but the head and some part of the shaft was stuck in her asshole. I slowly moved as. Im sorry I ruined the evening Mike, I really am she whispered softly. We sat there till the CD was finished, my hands tenderly rubbing her back while she held on to me for dear life. A few minutes later the silence got to her and she relaxed some more, releasing her death grip on me and stood up. Walking over to the stereo she flipped through the CDs, selecting one and played it on the stereo. I smiled when I heard Rammstein coming through the speakers and her surprised look at the CD box. It.