I asked if we could go to his house since it was much closer than mine out in the suburbs and he dropped the bomb. We couldn’t go to his house becau...e his wife who had just given birth two weeks prior was there sleeping with the baby. Holy crap not again! What am I a married man magnet? Why are all the men I find the most sexy and intelligent and want to fuck the most married? I thought I finally found a man that might turn me on as much as my English boss that I so adored but was also. I finished off the cleaning knowing full well that Julie hadn’t got home yet so made sure I kept Doris happy by doing a good job, Julie had swallowed the lot as there was no spillage.I got home and looked around the place, it certainly needed a cleaner so at least Ashleigh’s visit wont be wasted. I had just sat down when ‘ping’ I got a text message, “Hi, sorry for the delay had longer run today, gave message to Ash and she will be in touch, Julie x”, immediately I thought ‘longer run’ wasn’t. I slowly worked my way down to the small patch of tiny curls that shielded the entrance to my wanton core, but before I could enter there I heard the water around me splash. I quickly turned towards the direction that I could swear the noise had come from but there was nothing not even a ripple that's when I felt it a strong warm hand travel up the length of my leg and stop at the entrance of my womanhood. Another shiver ran through me and I thought to run but my legs wouldn't move, the feeling. I often think he missed his generation — he should’ve been a frontiersmen. He should’ve lived off the land. He should’ve built a log cabin with his hands and spent his days alone in the misty mountains on the back of a horse just as solid and steady and pensive as he, while his dogs puffed along softly at his side. He should’ve lived in a time less vivid, more black and white. Maybe he would’ve done better back then. Here, he has problems. Here, he can’t get much to agree with him. Here, he.