”“There’s the propane range,” Kara said. “Looks to date from the fifties ... maybe they used a wood-burning range before then.”“I don’... like propane and I don’t like electric ranges,” Adam said.“How about induction?” Peter asked. “We have an electric induction range. It heats as fast as gas.”“That’s a good suggestion,” Kara added. “You do need the appropriate cookware but it’s a good compromise.”“Actually, the kitchen layout is okay. I don’t even mind the linoleum floors and countertops.”“Most. . but at 6pm on a Monday night in Redsands, Georgia ... and nowhere near England at all. These trifling details bothered no one as the suitcases were dumped on the floor and Mr and Mrs Unsworth took a most welcome rest in the big easy chairs dotted around the living room.The two had been travelling all day in buses, aeroplanes and taxis and both let out one big sigh of relief now that they could properly relax in the comfort of Mrs Unsworth’s own home. In time both would sell their respective. 'You've got a beautiful cock, you know that?' she purred, words pouring out of her wet mouth like caramel. Her rich brown eyes looked deep into mine as she massaged her spit along the length of my shaft. My cock stiffened at her words. I didn't know that, or at least I wasn't told. Sex with my wife was so clean, so functional and clinical, that to have Lisa be so expressive, to delight in my manhood, was almost transgressive. I wanted to cum there and then.She heaved her tits into my lap, an. ' "Then I wouldn't be able to stop and we'd be late for the party." "Bugger," I said laughing. "Looks like I'll have to stop thinking about shagging then." "You know you can't do that," she said. "I'll try, watch." I stood up and walked over to the bed and grabbed the remote. I hit the switch and the cricket came on the telly. I'm not a big cricket fan so I channel surfed for a while before I came to the realisation that there was nothing on TV. My todger had subsided a bit so I.