As the day got closer Ruth became more excited. The sex was crazy and I could tell she was wound up. “One last blast” she told me. I had to wonder...if she was speaking the truth. I guessed time would tell.Cometh the day and Ruth was on tender hooks. We went shopping but her mind was on the job. We bought a few things, went home and she practically raped me. Not that I complained of course. About 5pm we dressed and headed for Alf and Bronwyn’s house. Ruth was dressed rather conservatively but I. He slipped his hands palms up under my arched back, massaged my lower back for a few minutes before locking on to my hips and pulling me down the table. The silk sheet allowed my body to easily slide down the table until my butt was about 4 inches from my feet. Micheal's hands loosened their grip on my hips and slid down my ass and up to pussy. I didn't take my eyes off of him as he stared at how dripping wet I had become. He used one hand to hold my lips apart and the other to drop his. She also told the woman to make her son go to church to confess his sins and listen to the preacher's advice on the matter.She had plans to burn these magazines, but now her curiosity got the best of her and she opened one of the magazines. She felt a sudden flutter in her stomach as she opened the first and gazed upon an almost naked woman, dressed only in stockings and a bra that did nothing to cover up her breasts, her nipples protruding slightly above the fabric. One of her hands was. I pulled my coat closed and got up and sat by hubby, the poor old chap looked so disappoint but nothing much I could do.The train pulled into Charing Cross, and we crossed the Strand, and made our way past saint Martins church, where there is a homeless shelter, there was lots of guys queueing to get a bed for the night, it was so sad to see, but a plan was coming into my head on how I might be able to give a little to someone that night.I put my plan to Chas, he wasn’t to keen at first,.