I didn’t wait for her to answer. I positioned my cock at her entrance and rammed it in in one go. She squealed. I wasn’t sure if it was in surpris..., in pain or in utter delight. I didn’t care. I went for it, big time. Every time I entered her I tried to go deeper and faster. She was so wet that it was difficult at this speed not to slip out. I wet my thumb with some spit and squeezed it into her arsehole. I could hear that she was about to cum again. I didn't remember from our previous. He was probably in his mid 50s I would say, a large framed man but not fat and you could see he'd been handsome in his day. He still had 'that look' in his eye and I could feel his eyes on me from the instant I opened the door. The only name I ever knew him by was Mr. Robertson (I've changed it for this story) but I was about to learn a lot more about him.He told me that he needed to check out the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom because he was going to install some new ones for us as he. Now totally turned-on, I hugged Bobbie, and drew her body up against mine, and turned her onto her back, and kissed her repeatedly. Next, I moved my body down her body until her pussy was staring at my mouth. Excited, I spread her legs wide open and licked her pussy-lips up and down, and up and down. Bobbie’s lips were wet and her pussy had a sweet taste. I then extended my very long tongue as deep as I could inside of her, seeking the spot that will bring her the most pleasure. All of a sudden. She had a mouth on her on as large and loud as her opinionated mind. Fiercely intelligent and just as fierce on the social playing field it was a mystery as to why she would find a dull square witted man with the social standards of a five year old to be her husband, and a mystery it would remain. Perhaps it was nothing more than from a biological point of view Hamilton was strong, able to be of some use in the bedroom, and easily pushed to do anything she could ask for. In her younger years.