It is hushed and belle natural and harmless in every revere and esteem in similarity and dissimilarity with the earsplitting and congested and crammed...full that township house places are. Phew!In a hurry and hastily—before I start to cook or bake up anything, I snatch and grab my phone that is lodged and put down on kitchen slab and I type this coming wording message to Stian. Of course! He might be busy finishing and wrapping up stuff and chores that he has been toiling and working on since. "Its Paul Mrs Smith,, Peter's mate ,,I emailed him if I could stay over for a day ..I am just back from New York on the overnight" Oh said Kate", Peter was her eldest. She vaguely remember Paul from a couple of years back , a gawky awkward teen .he had changed a lot though and now stood 6 foot and looked well muscled under his tshirt."Sure , er come in " she replied,I don't think Peter got your email--he's out for the day "She showed Paul to the kitchen and made him some breakfast.He was quite. The hottest sight you'll ever have with a gorgeous blonde like her is seeing and feeling her/them bobbing their head up and down on your cock, and boy it felt so damn good.I could feel her soft wet tounge swirling around my entire cock while her mouth slid up and down my cock, I wanted to cum right there cause that's just how good it felt. I told her I was close to cumming, and damnt, she got off her knees and started rubbing her clit and pussy together. I needed NO instruction whatsoever. I. I suddenly realised the old man was wanking his cock. At first, I couldn’t see properly but the wind blew and the leafy branch obscuring my view; there it was in all its glory.The man moved his head and his face came into view. He was old maybe in his seventies and treated to the same view as I. He was wanking over the sight in the window. The filthy old bastard was wanking over my wife! I then noticed his trousers around his ankles, cock in hand, and staring at my wife’s big tits and hairy.