” I walked in shut the door, I did not want an audience this time, I got on the bed beside him, he was tall I would say six foot two, one hundred an... sixty five pounds, beautiful eyes, and a handsome face, full lips, beautiful white teeth, his nose was perfect on his face, but his eyes are what drew you to him he could make me submit to anything with just a look. We lay there for a few minutes, neither of us moved, finally I rolled on my side, I pulled his towel off, he had a beautiful cock,. She groans and mumbles and pushes as my hand and I keep quiet as I press her hand to her side and continue fingering her tight pussy. And god is it tight. Nobody who has been fucked before feels like this. The excitement I feel makes my groin ache but if she is a virgin I want her eyes open when I fuck her, not groggy and closed. Her breasts look amazing in her top and as I unleash them they bounce out of place in all their natural glory. They must be Cs ranging on Ds and I rub and squeeze them. "Thank you," I smiled. We were inside the house. She stood close to me as I took another look around. It was a lovely house with four rooms, all of which were on the upper floor. It was an old house that was built in the early 1900's. I had requested some slight modifications to make it more modern also to make it seem less gloomy.The long black drapes that were over all the windows were gone, now there were blinds with cream colored curtains. The walls had been repainted a clear white instead. I wanted to start living again. But I knew for sure that I didn’t ever want another long term relationship.’ My heart plummeted at his words. Did he still feel that way? ‘And then I came back here. Decided I would stay, so I bought a two-bed flat–there didn’t seem any point in getting anything any bigger. But the moment I came back to work, all the badgering about finding someone new started again. Only worse. People seemed to think that as it had been two years since Claire died I should be.