His shock gave way to concern when a small moan escaped from her lips. He called over to her, “Shirley, are you okay?”Startled by Daryl’s voice,...she woke and sat up. Unaware of her current state of undress, she looked around and spotted him over by the door. Wondering what he was doing home so early, she glanced at the clock. Shocked, she said, “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe it’s so late. Ted was supposed to be home an hour ago. I haven’t even started dinner.”Entering the bedroom, Daryl. So let me set the scene. It was mid February, possibly the lowest timeof the year. The days are short, cold and gray, it was Friday morning,we had been working on a task in the house which was not going right. Tomake matters worse, I was being harassed at work over the annualaccounts, the stock market had taken a serious dip, and Jennie had hadan unpleasant meeting the day before with a client who blamed herpersonally and volubly for the drop in his portfolio. We were bothtetchy, and for once. A month later, she actually apologized to me and asked to be allowed to apologize to Baronesses Fineman and Markham. When she did, everyone felt that her apology was genuine. After that, I was the only one to have sex with her, usually once or twice a month. The sex was slow and gentle since I really felt that she’d been punished enough and truly had a change of heart. I even got the feeling that she started looking forward to my visits, and she seemed happy when I was there with her, hugging. Kneeling, he tugged off my boots, then grasped under my knees, liftingmy legs in his arms. I reached between my legs and grasped his thickrod, moving it against me until I felt the wide head slip inside as myeyes widened and my mouth formed a huge "O".He pressed into me and I felt myself open to him. I was mesmerized bythe sight and feeling of his cock disappearing inside me. Inch afterperfect inch was between my legs, then pressing through me, filling me,reaching a place no one had yet.