In turn, I tried not to be too obvious when I drank in the details of his 5’-8” frame: his skin pale, almost pink, covered with faint freckles and...coarse, blond hair, and like his body, his face lean and chiseled, only his pink lips displaying any plumpness. Numerous times I found myself standing there, tool in hand, gaping, and to get any work done I had to consciously quell the flights of imagination his body inspired.He worked calmly and diligently, often humming softly, comfortable with the. So his hand reached down around her and she let him feel her ass. Her eyes lit up initially as one of the fingers crawled inside her cheeks. Then they closed once she felt his fingers on her asshole. She murmured something as it slowly danced along her ass’ hole. She smiled a wavering smile as his fingers eased down around each one. He told her to lie on top of him which she did and once she did his hands started to caress each ass cheek while he played around each one some more. “Ohhh,” she. He would snarl and entrap her against the wall again grinding his fist into the wall behind her head, "You do not get to speak about her." It was obvious the topic of his wife was off limits and a tender subject. He would stare into her eyes before they turned cold and demanding, "That is exactly what I should do to you." Once again his lips would capture her own and draw blood as he took it in making himself stronger. Cupping her buttocks he would lift her tossing her upon the duvet that was. I fiddled ineffectively for a few seconds then gave up. "It's no goodaunty, I can't see. I'll have to open my eyes." Oh go on then. You'll only see my back."Once able to see, I quickly freed the tangled laces and held the ends inmy hands."They've come unthreaded aunty, that's why they got tangled. The longloose ends got crossed somehow. There's three pairs of lace holesempty." Oh dash!" she giggled again. "Then you'd better thread them back again."I studied the pattern and stood momentarily.