She was a little apprehensive as she showed him into the house. Ricky was clearly a bright man, he looked too young to be Tom’s boss so must have ri...en fast and had no trouble feeling at ease as he entered their home. Clearly he had plenty of self-confidence. Sara showed him into the sitting room as Marie called out she was off home and then fixed him a drink. She sat opposite him and they started to chat. Of course she had to apologise for her husband’s absence and privately cursed his name as. Hi, Mary, said Julie as she embraced Mary. How did you manage to get lazy-boots into the garden to do some work? Dont start, Evie, said Mary using her pet name from twenty years ago, hes been as good as gold the last two days and I dont want it disturbed&hellip, What the hell does that mean? Good as gold? It means that he done everything that Ive asked him to do without a murmur. He even switched off the football and drank lemonade instead of beer! Julie made a sign of dramatically wiping her. He decided to enter the cemetery taking care to avoid any living people as he searched the area discovering a large private mausoleum which had been locked at one time, but someone had broken off the padlock. Inside was roomy despite four caskets entombed there with people having died back in the 1940s during Workd War II! He scavenged more card board and carrying his sleeping bag, his back pack filled with precious tinned food he entered the graveyard through the broken fence just before full. Over the slight hum of the kettle boiling I can half hear mumbled comments behind me, but one lad isn’t quite as subtle. ‘Look at the arse on her, she’d definitely get it’ I feel myself redden, not believing he just said that so loudly. So many dirty thoughts run through my head, imagining how much fun I could have with so many cocks. I try and switch my mind off, and concentrate on making the tea. But I can feel the tingle in my pussy, which makes it even harder. I know I’m not going to make.