I felt no guilt, I wanted more. I went as far in as physically possible. We were still locked kissing, grinding. And she had her hands all over me, sh... was out of control. In a matter of seconds she screamed out again, she held me tightly digging her nails in my back, she was Cumming once again. I wanted to feel her wetness so while still in her I slid my hand between her butt cheeks, she was wet. The sheet under her was soaking wet. I continued to penetrate her, now harder but with my leg. We had practically no outgoings other than utility bills and council tax, so the bulk of our spending was on self-gratification and self-esteem.It became the norm for us both to work hard during the week and party hard at weekends; we mixed with the jet set, or at least with the turbo prop set, and I had more come-ons than The Boxer. It seems the high life begets promiscuity, and had I not already been shagged out of my senses by Suki I could have been by C and D list celebs, the female of the. "Somebody said he had a gun, the boy." Yes, think so, but nobody got hurt. Just some broken glass. Know any muckrakers?"She nodded, blinking. "There was a woman, Ida something." Right, Ida Tarbell, magazine writer mainly, she said that with imagination, anything was possible, something like that. That's a neat idea. Imagination. What did she do; whom did she write about? Charlie?" Standard Oil, Rockefeller." The bright boy stayed slumped down in his seat, pretending disinterest. "John I think,. She was proud of the fact she still had a decent figure despite being 45 years old and the mother to two full grown k**s, but thought to herself that she was too old to be of interest to these young men. Abigail dismissed the stares until passing the freezer section and saw her reflection. The shawl barely covered her rather prominent dark bush and rear end, and exposed her shear sleep wear from the side. At the house, it never occurred to her that the shawl was too short and now became.