”“Where would that be?”“Chesterfield. A little west of the airport.”“Could you do us a favor and take her to the house so she can check on...our construction project?”“If you want. She can show me.”“Thank you, I appreciate that. We just need to know if it’s on schedule.”“Sounds good.”“Well, thank you. I hope she’s not any trouble. She’s not much, but she is my only child.”I didn’t like the way he said that, but... “No, seriously. No problem. She’s a peach.”“Yes, I call her my little peaches. ..He took me upstairs all the lights were out couldn't see anything, we were both standing up he was kissing me and grabbing my cunt through my clothes then I heard him get onto the bed I could just make out his shape in the dark I followed him onto the bed and I felt him press his hard cock into me as I lay next to him , I heard him undo him zip and take down his jeans and he placed my hand on his boxers and then inside I felt his big cock I was so wet I could feel my juices in my knickers he. .." As far as making sense goes, that was a far as he got before he got so enraptured in the whirlwind of mind blowing sensations coursing through his entire being. In a last minute moment of clarity, Mrs. Robinson realized that she had crossed the line; there was no going back now. It even felt funny and ironic that she was now engaged in the very act for which she was intent on punishing her lying cheating bastard of a husband. Whatever residual trepidations she had, however dissolved as she. Although they did not know it, Pat's cries did disturb Cyril, but in his drunken state, he just snorted, turned over, and went back to sleep.They fucked on and on and Pat kept cumming and they were both sweating as Ian felt himself about to ejaculate. They were slamming together particularly violently and the chair was creaking when Ian's penis started spurting and as he groaned and Pat shouted, "Oh shit!" a chair leg broke and they collapsed on top of the crumpled chair with Ian still cumming.