At one point Dave gave her several hard thrust from behind with his big cock. My wife cried out, “O’Fuck!” each time he thrust his cock deep int... her. Her tits swung back n forth as her body moved with every thrust of his big cock. A minute later she screamed out in orgasm as Dave had pushed her over the edge. Dave really love fucking my wife from behind. He continued his assault on my wife from behind as she began to moan out, ”I can’t take much more of this!” Dave didn’t listen to a word she. He still had 'that look' in his eye and I could feel his eyes on me from the instant I opened the door. The only name I ever knew him by was Mr. Robertson (I've changed it for this story) but I was about to learn a lot more about him.He told me that he needed to check out the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom because he was going to install some new ones for us as he wanted to spruce the place up a little before it got too badly out of condition. He followed me through to the kitchen and I. Stepping out of the bedroom, she said, “This doesn’t look tarty does it, Robert?”She had replaced the plain cotton blouse with a very short grey skirt. Lifting it up revealed a sheer see-through, nylon, open crutch corselet which showed off her lovely luscious tits and rich brown areolas surrounding extremely fat nipples. She was obviously getting into the mood and quickly finished off another pint of lager!With her on the on the sofa, I started shooting. But there was problem… stage fright, I. Emrys demanded."What was what, Ma'am?" That music!" What music, ma'am?" I could have sworn I heard... oh, nevermind." Just as you say, Ma'am."(DUMM DAH DUMM DUMM DAAAAAH!!)As we headed towards Charleston Boulevard my partner turned toward me. "Joe, mind if I ask you a question?" What is it, Steve?" Back there when Mrs. Emrys mentioned White Shoulders you looked kinda funny." Yeah?" Yeah... you ever know anyone who wore White Shoulders, Joe?" Only my mother," I said. "It was her favorite scent.".