I've put the bike in the shed for now until I can return it to the bicycle shop. With the money we get back, I'll take you out and buy you a new summe... outfit. Maybe that blue gown you've wanted, the one that was in that shop window, remember love?Hope all is forgiven.Your ever loving husband."Well, he's managed to do it again!" she thought angrily to herself. "Well, it's not going to work this time!"She made herself a pot of coffee and sat at the kitchen table near the open window and poured. He grinned as he said ok even if he had to give my son a brother or sister. I winced inside, loathe to tell him that I had attained menopause and any amount of fucking was safe for me, but smiled. I kissed him and said I had to go.I felt so sexy as I walked back to my husband, a middle aged housewife without any panties on, fucked thoroughly for the past forty minutes by a younger man whose baby making juice had thoroughly lubricated my dry love machine!!! My husband hadn’t even noticed I had. ..wag it..pussy..wag it back and forth..pussy lips...spread those cheeks for me baby...yeah rub that juice on that file cabinet baby...yeah lets stick that pen up there mmmmget that smelly juice on everything baby... let me shoot my load in that sweet pussy..rrrmmmrmmrmmmmm...you want me to fuck your tits baby? That's my girl...grab those fat titties and fuck me..fuckin fat tits...bounce those tits on my cock baby...mmmmbounce those fuckin fat tits.....Mia suck me...suck my cock uuuuhhh..suck. She spent some time on his hair, bleaching it to a platinum blonde. She massaged fake tan lotion into his skin. She replaced his knickers with a collection of g-strings, and his bra with a couple of wonderbras. She wore his dress herself. She gave him a small bag for his wardrobe. In it were two barely decent miniskirts, in denim and in black leather, and a pair of cut-off jeans that were cut off so high they could pass as bikini bottoms. The only tops were scoop necked tubes that left his.