Not a word was spoken. Not a thought in mind. We both just rolled with it. Kissing me she started unbuttoning my shirt and pants. Before she could fin...sh, I blurted out, ‘Fuck your washing machine…’ and threw her over my shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. Once on the bed, she took off her shirt, exposing the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. Almost like a caveman who’s never seen a woman, I stood her up, turned her back to me, and massaged her breasts while slowly kissing her. "The others left just after you arrived. They don’t like working too long on a weekend." She leant back and locked the door. I was intrigued by her. I had never come across a woman like this before. I was used to making the first move, after all I was a ladies – man aggressor. My pulse was racing. I could feel beads of perspiration trickle down my muscular chest. I could feel my cock pressing even harder against my pants, swelling rapidly with the thought that I wasn’t in control here. I. He was a considerate lover, but I felt there was something missing. Looking back, it was a sense of adventure, even danger. I wanted something other than the safety, and the predictability of our marital bed. So I placed the ad. And I got the usual responses. Cock shots, spelling errors, crude, even abusive reactions. But one, just one, seemed different from the others. He was older, and somehow seemed more focussed on my pleasure, than his own. And he made this proposition….. “I will book a. “I thought you’d never ask.”The Home Chapter 11 - EpilogueAll good things must come to an end so here’s a brief summary of David and Sherry’s life together.The next few weeks went by in a flash as Sherry and I worked through everything we had agreed on. Actually the tasks related to her job, our legal agreement and stopping the sale of my house were all simple. Dealing with people’s reactions was a different story.At the same time that Sherry gave her notice I informed management that I’d.