We continued at a pace ( well I did while she got quite loud) as I slipped a finger around to her arsehole,but she got a little bit coy, asking me "no... right now Andrew". I asked her if she liked being on all fours, but she said "Can you do the spoons!?" I got her facing the sofa back, manouvered behind & slipped my penis into her for a third time (boy it felt good around those fabulous wet curtains) I reached around, lightly fingertipping around her pussy (I play a bass right handed, so my. "I just realized I didn't bring any boxers with me. I musthave been in such a hurry to get up here I forgot to pack them." Good," Lisa smiled. "Never did like them baggy thing anyway," They're comfortable," I protested."They're ugly," Lisa replied."Even so. I will just have to wear the same pair as yesterday till I canbuy some more." You will not. I'm not having you come out with me in those sweaty,stinky, smelly, and yes, ugly old boxers." Well, I can't go commando." You're right, you can't,". She came down and was blushing profusely seeing me and I am sorry I should have knocked and I saidIt’s ok and I should have locked the door and she replied but her image was stuck into my memory. Till now I was afraid of society and rules and law but now her nude image had made me mad and wanting her more. I slowly got up from the chair and came to her from behind. She was making coffee and I slide my hands on her waist and turned her towards me. I saw fear in her eyes. I kissed her on her lips. Tired and hungry I wanted to see my family, my wife. Worse yet was when I was home, beginning to relax and a call came. Regardless, we had to attend. That was the life of a furnace man.I was just about all the way out the highway, passing the Fixit Shop on my left when my pager went off, time to find a phone booth. There were no cell phones yet. The call was a no heat from my “good friend” the “Candy Lady” and the old man at the oil heat office was demanding service as soon as possible. “He’s a.