Mary gasped. I'm your bitch, your little fucking bitch, fuck me now, fuck me hard, I'm going to cum, jesus fucking christ, jesus, uh, uh, ooooh, uh, u...."The sound of my wife's cunt, sloppy and wet, being pumped hard. My little cock drooled precum down the side of my leg. My fears had melted away and were replaced with drooling lust. The room was filled with grunts and moans of pleasure. I could smell the sex from my hideaway. My cock drooled pre-cum and I dared not touch the hard little thing. Natalie had filled a pan with hot sudsy water. Now wordlessly, she pulled off his shirt. "Into the water you go," she giggled. She was emptying a crate of dishes and stacking each piece on the sideboard as she removed the newspaper wrapping."You want me to wash those?" he asked, grinning. He was wondering if next she would remove his pants and trying to decide what to do if she did. She was a cute little minx. She made him feel as young as Kevin again. If he could be as young as Kevin and as. Had she ever looked this good before? I doubted it. In her tight black capri-length running pants and her equally tight pink vest top, her slender, toned body and tiny breasts were displayed to their full, devastating effect. Pink striped running shoes and short white socks showed off her remaining Mediterranean tan beautifully, as did her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. Without make-up and with the glow to her face and chest that the fresh air of our thrice-weekly run had brought,. She took a long soothing bath, then fixed all her aches and pains, making sure to leave the bruises and cuts, she wanted WindWhispers to see them, if she could get him to show up. Going back to her desk, she sat down again, wrapped in her robe, she drank a calming cup of tea, then got down to business. She wanted it over and done with, so she could have an idea of what her life was going to be like.Looking down at her hands, she concentrated on WindWhispers, remembering his face from the last.