She was not about to let a guest think that she wasnt a skilled housekeeper. She only let me work at the kitchen because she knew I loved to cook that...and the fact that I owned it. I cut up some vegetables and fruits for a platter, cooked some rice for the red beans and put together some chicken salad from a freshly roasted hen I bought the day before. Next I made fresh limeade, put some beer and soda on ice along with a bottle of white rum in case mojitos were desired. As I was finishing I. "I said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen."Abby was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed.I continued, "I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength."Abby giggled and said, "I hope so too."I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I noticed two bumps in the front of Abby's dress. I was happy to see that she wasn't wearing. He couldn’t begin to count the numerous times he’d come home and seen roses on the table and burnt out candles, empty wineglass’s and in most cases half drank bottles of wine. He knew she’d been waiting for him, but alas as always he hadn’t shown. Opening the refrigerator in the dark he saw no notes on the shelves, no food left. He suddenly got a terrible sinking feeling, ‘Had she finally carried through with her threats to leave him? All the times she’d begged him to come home, all the missed. Whilst touching the underside he ran his fingers down, gently caressing my balls and he would run his fingers up over my, almost fully exposed, sensitive, leaking cock head. After a couple of minutes of driving me wild with his teasing touches, he put his strong arms underneath my bottom and his hands underneath my stockinged thighs and lifted my legs up and apart, pulling my knees back as far as they’d go, he started slowly fucking his cock in and out of me. ‘Oh my god!’ I groaned. I was in.