I was craving to have sex with her and wanted to feel every inch of her. I wanted to give her rough and passionate fuck with her full cooperation. Ini...ially, I behaved normally with her and she did the same. I started talking to her slowly and she was very confident and comfortable talking to me. She started talking about her family and said that she is living alone as her husband is no more and two sons are working at construction sites in another state. They come once in a while to see her.. After a few minutes George decided that weren’t odd, the sounds seemed more like sexual noises, the moans of pleasure and the grunts of orgasmic ecstasy. When he mentioned the sounds, he thought Frank’s wife lied about them. Well she didn’t actually lie, she mislead him by telling him two half-truths, in answering his implied question. She tried to smile while she explained away the noises, saying, ‘Oh, Frank has a beautiful workout room. And he just loves to show off his equipment.’ When Carol. Once I started to get a little dry, she stood up, and, standing on her tip toes, kissed me briefly. I wrapped my arms around her, and she gave a little hop, wrapping her legs around my waist. My hands found, and cradled, her firm ass, and she wriggled like a puppy, before leaning in to me, and asking, “So, where do you want to finish?”Again, it took me a while to process. While I tried to translate her perfectly enunciated, plain English question into something my screaming brain could respond. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name miss. I’m Brian’ I introduced myself and held out my hand. Once more she looked back at the door and then back at me unsure of what to do. ‘I’m Shelea, it’s an honor to meet you Brian.’ She said after a moment and smiled as she shook my hand lightly. ‘Where did you say you came from Brian?’ Shelea asked curiously with an apprehensive smile. ‘Why, England of course.’ I replied puzzled. ‘Where did you think I came from?’ I inquired, perplexed by her question.