It had snowed the night before but indoors our rutting keptus warm. Afterward, unfortunately, he had to go get a bunch of shit done,so there I was, ha...don in my hand, wondering what I'd do with my fuckingjism without this hot guy around the house to releive me.Just as I was getting a rhtyhm on my wood, the doorbell of the house rang."Shit," I said, and reluctantly pushed my rod into a pair of jeans Islipped on. When I opened the door, the only thing I could think was "Shit,nothing" The man who. Where there was once comfort now there is pain and she delights in it.I am going to spank her pussy; that is how I will finish with her. It is the ultimate abuse. The soft flesh of her pubis, her swollen labia, her engorged clitoris, her drenched vagina, the centre of so much pleasure for her will feel the pain of my hand smacking into them. It is a special pleasure for her and I frequently reserve it for the finale of our lovemaking. She always cums hard when her pussy is spanked, her. I though my legs would give way, what prevented me from falling to the ground was his hand on my buttocks pressing me into his face.My dress bunched up around my waste, my breasts free, my nipples hard, my panties discarded. I was wearing a pair of Givenchy ankle boots that were impossible to kick off. My legs were straight and spread and a total stranger, a fully dressed stranger was kneeling before me nuzzling my most intimate place. Strangely I thought that this would make the most wonderful. I told Tom he needed to take a trimmer to the places that the big mower had not cut, he could use mine if he liked.Tom thanked me and took my trimmer and finished his yard.Saturdays are holidays for me.I like to do my lawn and take my time, I mow it every week end whether it needs it or not.The next Saturday morning Tom knocked at my back door. I invited him to have breakfast with me.I cooked him eggs bacon and grits.We talked small talk.After a while he got around to telling me the reason he.