30pm. My work for the day was rained off so I was doing stuff around the house. I was in the garden at about 4PM and I heard Sarah’s car pull up on ...he drive, which I thought a bit odd. She walked into the garden and looked a bit dishevelled, her hair was a bit of a mess and she had a small graze on one of her knees. I assumed she had fallen over or something but before I had chance to ask her She told me she was fine but needed a bath right now and dashed into the house and went upstairs. I. She did this several times with her eyes glued between her legs."It feels so good to have you inside me," she purred. "I can't believe I was being so silly earlier."Up and down, up and down. I lifted my head and watched my cock slowly move in and out of her tight pussy. Beka squeezed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and closed her eyes. It was like she was on another planet. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. She was moaning slowly, enjoying the pleasure and in no hurry. My eyes had closed momentarily as I revelled in stroking my cock. I suddenly heard a noise. Someone had tried the door and I thought fuck. I hated interruptions, it meant I had to rush. Then I heard a loud gasp. I opened my eyes to see a middle aged woman, her mouth wide open, her hand on the door knob and her eyes as wide as a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. “My god!” she exclaimed. I suddenly realised I was not alone. I scrambled into a more seated position and thrust my. Even to someone who didn’t know his idiosyncrasies, this would be obvious. Everything he does, he does with a burst of energy, as if always on the edge of dancing. He whistles while he works at his computer and sings under his breath while he chops vegetables for dinner. Usually, his joy is my joy: knowing he is happy is plenty enough to make me happy. But not today. Today I am despairing inside. Today Mark’s girlfriend is visiting. In the community lingo, I’m a secondary partner, where Mark’s.