My storey really begins on Monday afternoon, I finished work after an early shift and had arranged to take Joan to the shops. My wife by this time was...expecting our second c***d and I should mention that since the birth of my first my sex life at home had been virtually non existent.I pulled onto Joan's driveway and let myself in through the back door. I found her in the lounge doing some ironing. She had her back to me and was facing the window looking into the road outside.She was wearing a. The snap of the fruit as she popped the bit free and I saw the creamy flesh inside of the red skin was somehow sexier than any picture in Dad’s dresser drawer! Juice ran over those red lips and down her chin. Then she turned the apple and put it so I could take the next bite right next to where she had taken her bite! Slowly she brought the apple closer and I realized she was leaning closer as well. As I felt the apple touch my lips and I opened my mouth to take a bite, I realized she was. The driver opened the baggage compartment and Kit grabbed Nichelle’s bags and his duffel. The driver closed the compartment, climbed aboard and the coach drove off into the darkness.“It’s cold,” Kit remarked. “The cafeterias were open today, but it’s too late for dinner. We could go to the snack bar in the Quad ... or, I’m sure the Sub Station is open. Care for a BLT without the B and loaded with hot sauce?”“You remembered,” she replied. “One of the things I love about you is that you remember. Her round smooth belly was more apparent under the sheer, see-through material, and below that I could make out pubic hair under the satin triangle covering her crotch. From there it was just her thick, sturdy thighs all the way down to the delicately plump feet and pink toes that I had found a most unexpected delight in imagining wrapped around my cock during my many daily whack sessions.She leaned against the column by the edge of the kitchen bar and raised one arm, then shimmied over to it.