I dried myself and got into bed and was starting to drift off, I was woken by noise and got out of bed to see what it was, its at times like this I wi...h my husband was home more often, I came out of my room onto the landing and looking down the hall couldn't here it anymore, so I thought it was just me dreaming and turned to go back to bed, then I heard it again a kind of muffled groan" what is that noise I thought" I walked towards the stairs passing Morgan's room which the door was shut, then. ‘You are right of course,’ Roger said. ‘The place is in ruins. It looks a lot like the pictures on TV of the houses in Gaza.’ ‘Yeah a little,’ she agreed. ‘I’m not going bulldoze it alright. I expect that the county turned off the water. I will have to get a plumber in again to isolate the house lines then turn the water back on.’ I need to check the power to my apartment. You want to see where I live?’ Roger asked. ‘Sure,’ Hillary said. ‘The place is going to be a mess,’ Roger said. ‘But just. Oh yes, every so often our lips would part and she would whisper 'No' but then she would give lie to her own words as her mouth pushed back against mine.My hand was soon under her tee shirt, squeezing, caressing, fondling. 'No', and then another 'No', but each time followed by her free hand atop mine, pulling it hard against her tits. Even through the fabric of her bra, they were as soft as I had imagined. Toying momentarily with the idea of slipping my hand around her back and doing a. You don't deserve to be fucked by me, you can go to your husband, get him to fuck you, my cock's too good for you." She slapped her ass, once, twice, then pulled back and held her strapon in her hand."Please," my wife said, "please, fuck me, fuck my ass, I'll be your bitch." She put her hands on her ass and pulled her buttocks apart. "See?" she pleaded, "my ass is ready just for you, I never let him fuck me in my ass."I buried my cock in her asshole, one quick movement all the way from the tip.