9th July, 07:00 PMI rang the doorbell of my Ma’am’s house and waited for a few moments as I imagined her in the most obscene ways possible. But at...the same time, I didn’t want to give away myself that easily, so I waited patiently until she opened the door and let me in.Needless to say, she already knew why I was there, for she was wearing a skimpy top, which revealed her deep cleavage and a pair of hot pants which stuck tightly to her long legs.It was difficult for me to open my mouth as I. That way, we won’t have to struggle to get moved later. On a different subject, where do you want to go for our honeymoon?”We talked with my parents by phone that evening. They were guardedly in favor. They liked Agnes but thought it a bit fast. I could tell my mother wanted to ask if we “had” to get married. I decided to cut that off early. I said, “Mom, we don’t ‘have’ to get married. We ‘want’ to get married. We love each other and both sets of parents have given us good examples of the. "It's been a long two years." Isn't that the truth," I laughed."You still living in your flat?" she asked."Yeah," I replied, "no point in moving." So lets go there now," she said and hurriedly got up.The place was spotless, nothing to do in the evening except to clean and polish the place."It looks the same," she said looking about."Done the kitchen up last year," I said."Fuck this," she said, "lets go to bed."She had one of those wide bodies; the type your mother used to say was good for. Sara shuddered excitedly and let out an encouraging moan. I circled the rosebud flesh of her tight asshole with my index finger, gently coaxing and teasing her tightest hole. I placed the tip of my finger gently into her willing asshole. Sara moaned a throaty moan of appreciation, as I pushed my finger knuckle deep. Her hips gyrated as she enjoyed the pleasure of my cock in her pussy and my finger in her asshole.We were fucking each other alfresco on her roof terrace in clear view of any of the.