The lad being the lad, quietly said to Joan, was she really serious about being ‘had’ till she was u*********s, as it seemed a bit extreme. She ch...ckled, then asked him “if he fancied trying it then?” he replied that “he doubted single handily it was possible,” to which remark she replied “Well thank you son, nice comment!” he was quick to add “with any one woman I doubt one man could achieve that, I mean how many men would you think it would take?” She stared at him intensely, then said. I knew it was not benevolence; she wanted me just as much. She’d had her foreplay. Had she ever! She was open and wet and I slid all the way deep on the first stroke.I stopped there, locked our lips and tongues together again as we both absorbed the sexy silky sensation of a semen-soaked snatch. She was almost passive as I began pushing and pulling but soon her hips began undulating in the rhythm matching my strokes. I broke our kiss and began suckling her firm breasts was nipples stood up. Sam put all the dark stuff into the washing machine. He grabbed some washing powder and threw it into the washing machine and pressed the start button.Sam headed back upstairs to start dusting. Meanwhile, Paula was watching him on her laptop. There was a hidden CCTV camera in her room. She had caught him sniffing her thongs.Paula couldn't help but grin. She had Sam where she wanted him. All she needed to do was trap him so he couldn't escape, then she could begin her plan.A few days laterPaula. I must say I had large hips and a round ass and with my long blonde hair and my shaved long legs you could mistake me for what I wish I were. At school I had to pretend to be the ultimate macho (I am an expert horse rider) and play all the boys’ sports. I was an excellent student, loved by the teachers, though considered a nerd by many of my school companions. Of course not everything was bad! By participating in the sport activities I was close to other boys and had the opportunity to be with.