Sticking out of that crumpled old oilskin raincoat was the barrel of some sort of shotgun with a bore that looked like it could take down an elephant ...r two if need be. Further up the raincoat was a hood that covered the little old wizened head of Mrs Clusky from next door. The face of old Mrs Clusky peered out of that hood with a silent, grim determination and eyes that had a fierceness to them that could have come from the very pit of hell itself.Mrs Clusky didn’t speak again but just waved. Then she says why don’t I run along and get her another coffee and not to worry, she’ll make sure we’re all finished in time for a male-only bus that gets me home before curfew.So that’s all right then, I think, NOT. I mean I have no idea if Angie is OK with this or what the bosses upstairs might think about it. On the other hand Lucy is the boss down here and I’m not sure I see a way out of it.Anyway at about ten to five when everyone else is starting to finish up I look up from my desk and. I was hammering my cock into her, eliciting moans of arousal and delight from my arousing, delightful wife. I lifted my mouth from her tit and we kissed. Her lips are as soft as the rest of her. We were full circle, my mouth on her lips, my dick buried deeply within her, our souls merged in our dance of love and passion. I mean, Doris is one sexy chick and I would be lying if I said she doesn't turn me on. But I've come to expect my sex life to be absolutely perfect. Perfection like that could. She exclaimed happily when she found a key.We entered a large, one-room cabin. A kitchen area was at one end and a sleeping area at the other. It was furnished with a large kitchen table with chairs, a wood burning stove, a queen bed, a single bed, a sofa, and two rustic easy chairs.The cabin had clearly been winterized as the power was off and turning the sink faucet yielded no water. That meant the cabin's bathroom would be useless during our visit.There was wood and kindling by the stove, so.