Meanwhile I’ve been busy in the kitchen. Tenyears of bachelorhood have made me at least useful inthe kitchen, if not particularly stylish or inn...vativeas a cook.Kay’s changed, too – old jeans and a baggy sweater.She’s let her hair down and looks softer, more girlishthan in her formal choir mistress persona.We eat at about quarter to two. It’s a long, slow,leisurely meal, which lasts all afternoon. There’snothing we want to watch on the telly, so she. This time we shouted and made love like animals. We scratched and kissed. He shoved his dick on my lips as if he is fucking my mouth with rapid speed, with his pubic hair going up my nose. His balls were slapping on my face, He pushed me to my knees and kept shoving his dick down my throat.He asked me to turn around and started fucking my ass. I could feel his cock all the way in my ass. I started working back against him, moving in time with him. I realized I was by now running a throbbing. "Please baby, fuck me with your big fat dick!" she begged, turning around and arching her back, raising her ass in the air.He lined himself up behind her and shoved his cock into her pussy. She began to moan in pleasure as he held onto her suspenders, pulling her towards him, his giant cock disappearing inside her.He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so she could look up at him while he fucked her from behind. My stomach sank and I instantly regretted allowing this to. ‘Well I have work on my hand’, he muttered as he surveyed both the front and back yards. ‘However, I have time and I don’t have some cunt yelling to get this done or that’. He smiled at the freedom he now had as the lawn mower spat into life. It took a couple of days to get the lawns and garden back into something that looked respectable. ‘Well that is the outside and I would say it is quite attractive. One of the reasons I bought the place was that I have the space and the imagination to make.