The following day I busied myself with the sorting and packing, wondering how one collects so much junk in so few years, but managing to get most of i... done. We had sold some of the furniture with the house so that was all staying. Sunday night I slept well again mostly due to all the work having been done. Monday morning arrived. Nice hot soak in the tub ready for the off tonight, the family are due back around six pm. Lazy day for me, wearing my scruffiest shorts and T-shirt. By midday a. She put her dainty manicured hands up at his chest but didn't push back. Slowly she lifted her face to his, and Michael glared down at her. "You think I haven't noticed, Debbie?" he growled, low in his chest. "The way you look at me? The way you want me?" She inhaled sharply and he kept it up. "You think I don't feel the same?" She looked to me for help, confused and nervous. "Don't look to Monica. She won't rescue you." He leaned into her other ear while I kissed the lobe on my side, nibbling. . well, she'd be lucky if he weren't about to cheat on her with me. I smiled at the thought. In a strange way it always makes me feel better about myself when other people are pulled down to my level. (Men are such a****ls sometimes.) But after a couple of minutes of great face I wanted more than a tongue jammed up me and began to beg Bob to fuck me, "Please Bob, fuck me," I said in a half moan, "I need a big stiff cock in me, I need to be ridden hard, fuck me Bob, please." I held my arms out. I wish he would.I sucked him hard again… I love how he can do that! I remember when my husband could go 2-3 rounds… but that was years ago. When he was fully hard, I mounted him… giving him a slow ride… leaning into him so he could suck on a nipple. My slow pace turned into him grabbing my hips and fucking me faster and faster. I had to hang onto the headboard for support as his cock was firing into me like a piston. My orgasm hit me hard and I practically turned into a rag doll in his arms. He.