‘Harder.’While she did so, my eyes strayed to the reflection in the mirror of her rear. Hoping I was keeping to Mac’s instruction not to hurry, ...ut at the same time driven by my own arousal, I made her turn round and bend over. I crossed to her, ran my palms over the soft fabric stretched across her arse.Mac spoke for the first time since we had entered the bedroom. ‘You can slap her.’ More new territory for me. Perhaps Mac hadn’t considered how narrow my previous experience was at the age of. Unable to restrain herself, she moved her hips up and down, faster and faster, rubbing her slippery flesh over my mouth, chin, nose and forehead, totally absorbed in her own pleasure. It built and built, feeding on itself, until she felt utterly possessed by joy and opened her mouth to scream. The scream resonated throughout the room as I finally raised my drenched face from her. She just lay there for some time, with a content look on her face. I went to wash up while she got dressed. I. " A primal week away that only men can understand. When women go on holiday it is to the spa or some such luxurious pampering experience. When Man goes away with His guys they sew their oats. But whilst i am home alone, I sew my oats too.I do nothing that I couldn't do if He was here. But I feel a freedom to it. My body perked to His absence. I get out of the bed, i don't bother with the dressing gown, i pad barefoot on the cool wood floor. I take the toys from the drawer, lay them out as if. She didn't bother to cover herself as she talked with him. While Dad was on one of his road trips, she asked Ken to look at a plumbing problem under the kitchen sink. I stayed in my room but I caught most of what was going on. It was like a scene from a porn film where the housewife, in a short skimpy dress, stood over the plumber on his back under the sink. He would ask her to hand him tools. She would bend over, a little too long, and show him her ass as she reached into his toolbox. After a.