"She got the lot: bacon, eggs, fried bread, tomatoes, mushrooms."I haven't offered you baked beans," Andrew said apologetically, "because I didn't wan... to risk you farting at lunch time."That was so un-Andrew-like that for a moment Katrina was speechless then she laughed and laughed."Oh!" she gasped finally. "Oh! My correct and pompous barrister!"She burst into helpless laughter again and then flung herself at him and hugged him as best she could. "Oh, my Andrew, my sweet funny Andrew. I...". Candy came out at noon with a small birthday cake and sang 'Happy Birthday' to her daughter in a pleasant contralto. I was eating my own brown bag lunch at the time, sitting on a sawhorse, and after a good-natured altercation of the, "You do it," "No you" variety, Candy came around the pool and handed me a piece of the cake."It's my daughter's eighteenth birthday today," she said, "and she wanted you to have a piece of her cake." Tell her I said 'thank you'," I replied, setting the paper plate. I fondled her pendulous tits, now much larger with gravity pulling them to their fullest.God! What indescribable nipples, what marvelously soft tits.I planted kisses on her shoulders, then her back, then on her hips and ass. But as I moved my mouth toward her thighs, she flinched forward."No. You can't do that to me." Her words stopped me cold. Every part of me wanted to taste her pussy but I knew I could ruin everything if I went too far too fast. My cock had felt her cunt and wanted more.. "That ones to remind you to be quiet." She held back the sobs and did everything she could to be still.She had to,for there was no place else for her to go. After what seemed like hours,and 5 more smacks with the cane she heard the door open and knew his wife was back. "WHAT IS THAT CUNT DOING HERE?" She almost collapsed hearing that.But a fast whack of the cane made her move back to the proper position. "Honey,do you remember saying that we need a maid?" "And how you.