Hey Walt, Thanks for the heads up on “storiesonline.net” that George at the Sunoco station told you about. Everyone down here at the Fire House 69...is enjoying it. I told the boys at the Police Station about it yesterday.Wanking on the job, FredMy God, it sounded like every man in the parish was reading this smut.It was 5:30 when my husband Walter parked in the driveway and started up the walk. I posed in my ’I am angry, and you’re in deep shit’ stance in the hall as I waited for him to open the. The next day Rosalind said she was a little sore in the morning and truth to tell I needed some recuperation time myself so we had a nice breakfast and headed off to Mystic Seaport. Essentially the place is a town that is a maritime museum with some five hundred old boats of all types, Bark’s, whaling vessels and so on. The buildings are recreations and the entire place is in period setting from the late 1800’s. We toured around learning how people lived and worked in the maritime industry back. Worse than that I was disappointed , which suprised me. I decided to route through the bathroom and other places for her dirty knickers, I wanted to know if she really did smell as good. one morning I came in from nightshift, needed a pee real bad , dashed in the bathroom doing a bit of a dance just managing to get my cock out and made the toilet, as the relief calmed down there they were on the floor, clearly hers,she must of left them on the floor as a mistake, I picked them up , they were. I started to pull out, when Rene' said, 'No babe just fuck me there too.' So, I started slowly pistoning my cock into her arse, feeling the different warmth, while the shower rained down all around us. I couldn't believe how tight she was but she must have loved it, because she was pushing back onto my pole, which drove me in further. We went at it for a short while, Rene' panting and moaning, me panting all the time. Then her arse tightened up and she groaned out another orgasm, which sent me.