It was wide open allowing his fingers then part of his hand to slip easily into her love canal. He played inside her rubbing her clit in such a way Ci...di started to moan with excitement. Inside her his fingers played with the walls and soft skin and slowly pushed more and more until he was in up to his wrist with Cindi squirming as he did so. He went in and out of her cunt driving Cindi into a sexual frenzy. He used his other hand to play with her clit, which stood up like a small penis waiting. Deep brown eyes reflect an open heart and love with a sparkle of desire. Sensuous red lips, parted turn into a shy grin. A slight blush rises to my cheeks, embarrassed by my own fantasy. Soft mounds of breast peek above the bra cups, contrasting with the red and black lace covered lingerie. They rise and fall, shallow breaths of anticipation and desire. Small rhinestones sparkle in the flickering candle light. Your eyes travel down over the gentle curve of my hips. Red and black give way to. And the husband was turned on!The ones that I dwelled on were the "I came home early..." stories. Normally some schmo who loves his wife and is clueless decides that he hasn't been paying enough attention to his wife the last six months and will surprise her with flowers and coming home early only to discover that ... she's FUCKING another man/his best friend/his boss/her co-worker/some dominant big bull black man in their house, in their bedroom, on their marital bed.Oh the shame! Oh the. It was most interesting, but I didn’t take to the place. On Teesside we made fertilisers to help crops grow; here at Runcorn they made effective pesticides to protect those crops, but it didn’t seem quite as positive. Some of these chemical compounds were pretty persistent; there had been several cases of pesticide spills into rivers killing huge numbers of fish, and my gut instinct told me that this was a bad thing.Dad and I did indeed spend the first weekend in April digging. After an eight.