"Scrambled eggs this morning," he stated. Cherry looked at Pippa and when she caught her eye, she winked. "Toast for me." she smiled. "I thought," she...went on, "we might have a leisurely run up the coast, then head up the Deben to Woodbridge. We can't cross the bar until about seventeen hundred, though, and if we go for Woodbridge, we won't be able to settle until twenty-one hundred or thereabouts. But if necessary, we can moor at the Ferry or Waldringfield."Pippa was agreeable and CC was happy. Once back home I replied back to this 39yo who lived about 10 minutes away that I was talking to before I left to meet up with the 19yo. I was surprised when he answered right away, guess he was really honed up and was just looking. We started talking on instant message and he told me his wife was out of town for the weekend and will be back tomorrow and he just wanted to get off. He asked me for my number but I told him about my rule and he claimed he was okay with it, but my phone rings and. I knew by the way he looked at me he wanted me. And God help me, I wanted him. It had been a year, no longer, a year and a half, at least, since my last quick, nasty fuck. The air was thick in the kitchen, thick with lust. It emanated from both of us. He was talking about some damned washing machine when he locked his eyes on mine and suddenly went silent. He reached and caressed my cheek with his huge hand, and I melted. I caved in, Scott. All my promises to you and myself fled as if they'd. Walking back over to her I lock her hands behind her back and I hear her exhale. She has been holding it in, waiting for a touch or voice.Walking in front of her I see her slightly open legs and the moist pussy in-between. I know that she’s already enjoying this so it’s going to be so easy to make her cum. I turn on the little toy and run it along her smooth pussy lips, gently at first, just about touching her. Her mouth opens slightly as her breathing starts to deepen. I can’t help but bring.