Jenny moaned loudly. She brought her left leg round and gently lifted her knee, pushing it between my legs. I continued to play with her small firm ti...s, concentrating on the nipples, but also rubbing them and squeezing the full tit. Then I pulled her square against me, once more. Immediately our hips started thrusting one another again, but this time both my hands slid down to her bum. I got hold of the fabric of her skirt and pulled it up. My hands closed round her firm buttocks only. She had the figure of a fifties sex goddess, from her broad shoulders to her womanly hips and fleshy legs which tapered down to exquisitely well-turned ankles. She slowly turned to face me. It was Nigella Lawson. "I've been dying to poke around your pantry, Nigella," I told her. "You think you're such a rogue, don't you Gordon?" she scolded me playfully, a naughty twinkle in her eye. "But you're really just a boorish brute. Jamie is much nicer. And cuter. Even if I can really spank his. After I met my husband, it was better and I know I often came, but it was still nothing terribly special. Seriously, it was a brief bit of exercise more than anything else. My husband, Jared, wasn’t demanding, and after a few years, we sort of fell into a routine about it. It was more like “Oh, it’s Friday, let’s have sex.” I know, very boring and vanilla. Now one ever told me there were more positions than just him on top facing me! But up until that minute, the very idea that I could cum. “This is ridiculous, I’m going home.” She said with confidence she no longer felt, but made no attempt to leave. Something in Rodney’s eyes scared her. She’d never known him to be violent – except maybe when he had a few too many drinks in him or someone tried to hit on his woman – but suddenly she wasn’t so sure she knew him at all. She took a few steps back and found herself against the wall. Rodney closed the bedroom door – an unnecessary act, since no one would come by the house and it was.