My lips locked with hers as I backed her against the wall. Our tongues were in a battle to see which one could get down the throat of the other first....I then grabbed the hair on the back of her head and led her to the kitchen chair I had put in the middle of the room. I sat down and guided her across my knee. After a few affectionate swats to her ass, I started to gently run my finger back and forth from her cunt to her asshole. “Listen baby. I know you are not experienced with ass play and. We had bunk beds three high but it was the only way to handle the seven of us.After supper I was called to see Knox. I was worried about her finding out that I fiddled with the scores. I was also worried she may have found out what I was planing against her. In fact, I was worried about nearly everything.I stood at ease but she had her block up and this worried me because she must know that I could read minds. "Yes, Miss Knox?"She kept writing and then yelled at me. "What did you think you were. It's called 'External Works' and it's huge. Curiosity gets the better of me and I leaf through it. Really, it's more of a catalogue. The book is full of ads and contacts for things architects and builders might need to put outside a new development. Top soil, stone paving, cast iron bollards, it's all here in astonishing variety. I guess that Gerry must be an architect in "real life" ... I close the book and turn to the job of putting his other things away.Everything looks tidy and I'm feeling. So, around nine o'clock in the morning she pulls up at the front of my condo and out of her car she springs, her big ole boobies bouncing, her heavy hanging hooters hopping around beneath a thin cotton sweater, the big orbs wobbling and wagging about as she slings her purse over her shoulder. She goes around the back and enters through my patio door and we proceed to “tear the house down.” Ah, my titty tugging Tuesdays.But on Sundays, well, she has a family.Heather. My townhome backs onto.