You can have the spare bedroom upstairs. I’m going to get dressed.’ She went to her room, took off her nightgown and got in the shower. ‘Freddy ...eally isn’t fat,’ she thought as she stood under the hot, piercing spray, ‘Just soft. And he isn’t bad-looking, either.’ She was startled when the caress of the sudsy washcloth sent tingles of delight through her body. ‘What is wrong with me?’ she mused. ‘I’m forty years old, acting like a horny teen-ager. God, if this keeps up, I could wind up letting. Harry not only expected that as a male he would be the boss but he dominated in such a way that women generally shied away from him, proving to him that as a man he was expected to dominate.Whenever Harry spoke of women the terms that he used included things like “bitch”, “whore”, “chick” or “splitee”. Harry showed no respect for the ladies at all. In fact, he showed little if any respect for anyone. Most thought Harry was. simply put, an ‘arsehole’.Despite Harry’s sexist approach to women he. “Scoop our cum from your whore’s cunt and feed it into that mouth of yours.” I managed to extract as much as I could, there was so much. It’s at times like this I miss having a girlfriend here to clean up for me.“Now bitch, over the arm of the sofa,” Al commanded. He lubed my arse ready for his cock. In it went, none too gently, to be fair Al knows I like my sex rough. Al ploughed away at my arse, I was loving it, anal is probably my favourite. It was not too long before we were both came. "He was upon her now, with his heady cologne wafting through and filling her lungs, and the heat from his bare chest resonating. It was as if she were frozen from the inside out as she watched his hand move and gently cup against her cheek."Last question," he said, stroking his rough fingers along her smooth skin, "Do you want to leave?"Jess' mouth slipped open, but no words accompanied the wisps of breath that escaped past her lips. It was so hard to think, but she had paid enough attention to.