The walk was more than I was used to, but Eupheme was bouncing with energy when we got home and insisted on being shown the kitchen and larder. She th...n shooed me off to work. Somewhat to my surprise, I was able to get a lot done before she called me to sit down to a salad supper. There was lettuce, and she’d been artistic with tomatoes, cucumber and radishes. She’d steamed new potatoes, and warmed pitta bread. She’d got out cheese – red Leicester – and told me to get some feta, and worked out. "Please Mr Stevens, I want this." You want this?" as I said the last word I pushed firmly forward and my cock head started to force its way into her pussy."Unggggh." Her back arched and she pushed forwards against me and the head was then in her. Just the head, nothing more. She let out a deep moan."Oh my God, its huge." What is Kirsty? This?" again I pushed forward on the last word and a little more of me entered her. She flinched but immediately opened her legs wider still, as wide as they. Oh boy! What a sight it would be in the early morning! She would have pulled down her panty. Oh what is there beneath barren land or thick dense forest, I was getting curious. The sound of the shower curtain closing and water turning on snapped me out of my fantasy. I had a stiff hot thick log pushing up the front of my pants. My choices were clear. I could either sit here thinking about her or take her.I was getting excited about the whole thing. I was thinking when she has agreed to come home. Her skin was nice, even with the pink blotches of agitation crawling up from her collar. Her eyes could be beautiful if she'd ever dare to accentuate them — and use them properly. Paula sure had a sensual mouth, but right then it was drawn into a thin, bitter line.Her purple blouse must have been last season's trend — or was it the season before? Anyway, when it reached the off-the-rack shops it must finally have looked safe enough for her to wear it — buttoned up and wide enough to disguise.