He looks at himself, and his cock is throbbing, growing, and wanting to be in her tight and dripping pussy. He flips Tracey on to her back with ease a...d starts fingering her wet cunt, spreading her wet all over her vagina. He takes some of it and rubs it all along the shaft of his dick. She guides his penis into her pussy but before she puts it in, it seems like he is already deep inside her; he knows what he is doing. Here, she thinks, is a middle-aged man, in great shape, fucking me. She can. “Oh crap!! That song is my alarm!”, she woke up startled, took the vibrating phone in her hand.It took her a moment to realize that it was the first day of her vacation. Ten gruelling months of rigorous teaching, correcting exam papers and internals and dealing with the lazy students had made her mind used to the routine. Switching off the alarm, she rolled over staring at the ceiling. “I am going to stay in bed all day”, she grinned. She was happy to finally get some rest and peace of mind.. Carl's house looked like a amid had just walked out the door. No streaky windows, not a speck of dust...ANYWHERE, not so much as a dirty spoon in the sink. It was spotless.He came down, fully dressed for another day at work. The only thing she could see was that he had cut his face while shaving. He had on jeans, and a blue chambray shirt, with the sleeves rolled up a couple of turns, and white sweat socks. His boots, Wellingtons, were next to the door to the pantry. He pulled her to him,. I heard a slight rustle on the other side of the fence and caught a glimpse of Ellen through the gaps as she knelt in her garden across from me."Well, hello there," I said quietly. "How are you?" I'm... here," she replied meekly. I smiled and our eyes met through the gap. She glanced over her shoulder at the rear of her house before turning back to me."I'm just here to do some weeding," she said quietly."Of course," I replied."Brian is home," she stated."I'm not home alone either," I shrugged..