I have almost worn a path in the carpet of the hallway, racing up and down the stairs, pretending to check on the laundry every thirty minutes, even t...ough I know it takes closer to an hour to finish washing or drying. But I’m waiting for him, looking for him. Trying to be coy about it. I am truly surprised when his door does finally open, and he follows me down the stairs to the landing. I slow a little, but keep going down the next half-flight to the laundry room. He stops at the door,. Jill.She marvelled at the muscular chest he had developed and his rippling abdomen, his skin warm from the sun. He must have been on a run. She could hardly control her urges at this stage and thrust her hip against his, feeling him get hard immediately.“I know we've never spoken about this, but I know that you love me and I love you and I want to take it to the next level. The story has pushed my feelings to the brink and I just have to touch you and hold you.”We had always both been close. “I ... my house just sold for one-two hundredth of that!”“I know,” Liz said. “But...”She let out a long sigh.“But you need something nicer than that,” I finished.“No!” Liz said. “It’s not a matter of bigger or better. It’s a matter of privacy. Look, I can’t live in a place that has neighbors coming over to swap recipes. You understand that. If I could live in a place like you just sold ... you never would have sold it. In this area, private means pricey. There are no two ways around it. Private. On the backstroke I could see the blood on my prick and it made me very hard indeed. Then I eased my weight down onto her and began those beautiful long strokes as I fucked her. She instinctively curled her legs around mine and her hands squeezed my buttocks with each thrust.“Oh darling Terry, fuck me!” she whispered in my ear. “I’ve wanted this for so long now fill me up you bastard. “And then she was cumming. Her hips were writhing against me and she was laughing and crying and begging me.