She obviously needed a good fucking and I was trying to find a way of giving it to her. One day my wife went out early and asked me to pick up some st...ff from Cathy sometime that day. I’d seen Bill and Emma go out so thought I’d knock early in the hope she might not be dressed. Even better, she came to the door in a robe with a towel round her head, clearly having just got out of the shower. I told her what I wanted and she said she’d go and get it. Quietly I slipped in behind her and closed. Oh, shite, I thought. "I better get going?" I said, quickly.Sylvia stood a few feet away from me and leaned in and kissed me on the lips. She took me by surprise. "You werent expecting that, were you?" she asked. I shook my head. She took me by the hand and led me over to the bed and pushed me back and saw the wet patch when my long blue skirt lifted up on my knickers. She grinned and pulled my skirt up and pulled down my knickers, much to my resistance but I was too horny to do anything. I. My legs did that Pavlovian thing they do and curled around his hard butt, pulling him closer until that hard little appendage (not so little, thank god) found a home—or at least a vacation hideaway—in the lips of my pussy. Fuck, if Michael wanted to play explorer, the least I could do was show him the way to the secret passage.Apparently, he approved of my revelation. He started to do that sliding thing with his hips and like everything else he did it was great, fabulous, better than... Okay, I. By the time it was 2PM in the afternoon, Charles had gone back to his bedroom. He wanted to go online in his PC. He picked up his cell phone, curious if Ivy had sent him any text messages as he did not respond to her phone call yesterday or her text message last night. He checked the screen. He had five unread messages. All of them from Ivy.I better read them and respond before she does something I am going to regret, Charles thought.A part of him was already in panic mode, despite the fact.