" Her hand sought out my limp prod."I've got to get back to my post. My relief comes soon," I told her. "Tomorrow?" We're leaving," she said, stoking ...ore vigorously, "He's done here." Pity," I said, kissing her deeply and spreading her thighs with my knee."No, wait," she said, releasing my now jumping lance, rolling over and raising her rump. "Try this way."I held her narrow hips and took her as gently as I could, inch by quivering inch until I could go no deeper and then we bucked and humped. My wife had to visit an ill friend or relative (I forget which) on a Sunday. She would be gone until late night.At that time my best friend, who had no idea of my burgeoning secret life - and still doesn't, had taken his wife to Spain for a fortnight's holiday.I had the keys to his house in case of something happening while they were away. But mainly it was to collect any letters and bills that might be stuffed through the letterbox and stop them obviously piling up and, most importantly, to. Suddenly, she felt tired.It hadn't been an easy accomplishment. Mike's arrivalhad triggered another round of lust, with Mary the happy recipient of the big dildo. Carol flushed as she remembered Mary's squirming, panting body as she plunged the phony prick well up her dripping pussy; Mike and John shoving their cocks into every available hole they could find; her own demanding body seeking thrill after thrill. It had taken a supreme act of will on her part to get them out of the house. She. I ran a tight department but I sometimes wondered if my boss had recruited me as chocolate eye candy. Not that it bothered me. She was sexy in a headteacher/librarian kind of way. She was also a saucy minx. Last October, her smart phone had crashed whilst we were in Paris on a business trip. I managed to fix the problem, but in doing so saw her photo gallery nothing heavy: her in expensive lingerie, her in a revealing Hermes evening dress. She gave me a weird smile, blushed slightly and looked.