One good line ofspeed each and we were ready, At around 12.30 Mr and Mrs arrived home.We heard the Meredes comeup the gravel drive and stop outside t...e farmhouse. The bitch came in first.Bleach blond hair and too much makeup.expensiveblack trouser suit did nothing to hide her years I guessed she at leasthad been a smack user, probably still was. Bitch walked in to the living room followed by the fat bastard.Hewas at least six foot and twenty stone,bald mid forties whatever,grey. He let go for a second and it popped back in."Don't do that Bill, it hurts," I cried."I'm sorry, are you OK? I didn't know it would do that. Are you OK?" he asked a little panicked."I'm OK, I know it wasn't intentional. Put some more lube in there now, OK?" I said.He put more lube around the base and then began to pull it out again. At the widest point he paused again, but held it with his hand. He let it stay there for about a half-minute or more, and then finally he pulled a little and my. She was peeling potatoes and looked up at me with a smile. I realized she had fixed her hair. At least she had brushed it."I was just about to call out the Mounties. You were gone a long time." I, uh, I fell asleep for a while. I guess I was just tired." I blushed as I recalled what I'd done first. My dick still hurt."Wow, you'll have to show me where you go. It must be peaceful if you went to sleep. I had a nice nap and a hot bath too." She came and sat next to me on the couch. "Anyway, we'll. Arlie was back in Baltimore with his children, and Susan was meeting Dan in New York for a three-day work-and-play holiday. She would be reviewing the closing chapters of her manuscript with Gwen Riordan, who'd already had a week to go over the work in preparation for the meeting.Susan's meeting with Riordan and Dan's with his agent had been timed in a manner that would afford the two of them at least two and a half days of free time to enjoy the Big Apple.They went to lunch together at Tavern.