I complimented her on her looks, dress and attire every day. I went shirtless often, exposing my tight abs, muscular chest and arms. I work out every ...ay and for a 40 year old, I’m in great shape. I noticed she was stealing looks when she thought I wasn’t looking.After a few days, I knew my plan was working as she was now walking around the house in only her bra and panties. One day she was sitting in the living room on the recliner wearing a sexy light blue Victoria Secret lacy bra and panty. Then she leans forwards, burying her face in one of the huge number of pillows that appeared when she first moved in with me all those years ago. A silent reminder that tenderness is not exactly what she wants right at this moment – she wants to get fucked. Hard. And I am more than happy to oblige.Grabbing her hips, I thrust deeply into her. She pushes her hips back against me, and we fall into a familiar rhythm. She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her moans. Her moans and my own raspy. ‘And what did we agree on earlier?’ ‘No fucking drinking and driving,’ Janet said, with an impish grin. ‘Right, let some cowboy drive you home. They’d be happy to wreck their daddy’s car with you in it. But don’t let them speed.’ ‘Makes sense to me,’ Janet said agreeably. ‘They can’t drink, they sure as hell can’t drive. But then if they can’t drive, why the fuck am I letting them drive me?’ ‘Because you don’t want your insurance rates going through the roof and you want to keep this little. He continued to take in what was in front of him, his cock twitching. It wasn't the first such case he'd come across. In fact, as a rookie, 26 years prior, he was in the city with his police partner, also in his 30's, patrolling the streets on a Saturday night, and found a young girl in a back alley behind a night club. She lay on a filthy mattress, her red spandex vest top that had held her breasts just tight enough to let them jiggle as she danced, snapped at the straps and pulled down to her.