She sorted through the papers and other junk that Walt had left behind in the house and she dusted and mopped all the floors and cleaned the throw rug... as best she could. The house was old, but it was turning into a nice place to live. Callie often feared the old furnace that was located down in the basement, a place they hadn't dare explore much, might give out any day considering all the noise it made every time the heat kicked on. She also noticed that the house creaked and swayed a little. I had gotten out early and was my way home. I noticed that there was these big bushes that one could hide in, i stopped by to check it out and I saw a hobo there and he was drinking a bottle of wine, he asked me if i wanted a drink, i said yes and sat down on a milk crate and took a big sip. we just talked a while, then the wine was gone, but he pulled out another bottle from a bag, off ered me another drink and i a took a drink. after awhile, he was getting tipsey and stood up to piss, wow he. She just smiles at me then says something to Tommy. I see that Tommy’s hands are also under the water and my wife’s checks are flush. I can tell that he is rubbing her pussy under the water. I see her close her eyes and tilt her head back, the obvious sign that an orgasm is approaching. She says something to Tommy and she starts to swim towards me. As we get out of the water, I notice that her bikini bottom is pulled to the side. She adjusts herself and we have another drink. The day is. My other hand finds its way to your thong to push it down. You move your hands to unbuckle my belt but I stop you and put them up over your head... I tell you to leave them there and I undo my belt, my cock now against your bare ass. I spin you around, one hand on your throat, lifting and choking. As your toes leave the ground, you wrap your legs around me and my cock finds your pussy. I release your throat, letting you drop down onto me. My cock slides easily into you - you are so wet from all.