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I lifted the wheelbarrow by its handles and tipped the last of the grass clippings into the compost pile. I’d been busy in the garden all morning and had worked up quite a sweat, well, Autumn was fast approaching and there was a lot of yard work to catch up with. Toiling in the hot sun had given me plenty of time to be introspective, and I had finally decided what I wanted for my birthday. It was only a few weeks away now and my missus, bless her, had been pestering me to tell her what I’d like. Well, generally, all I needed was her, and boy did I get that, and on a regular basis too. I found it hard to believe that after all these years, our sex life wasn’t just as good as it had always been, it was even better. She kept me on my toes, that was for sure and I was always mindful to make sure that she was on hers, if you know what I mean? I looked up at the sky, wiped the moisture from my brow, realised how thirsty I was and made my way into the house. “Argh, take your boots off, you filthy bastard!” she squealed, making me jump. “I’ve just washed the floor, Jesus!” I grimaced, “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” stepping back out of the kitchen, onto the mat, and kicking off the offending wellies. I tiptoed over the two muddy footprints I’d put onto the tiles, grabbed a cloth from the drainer and wiped them away. “Better?” I smiled up at her apologetically. She giggled at me, shaking her head, and I knew that I was forgiven, “Yes, love, much. Now, if you’d like to hurry up and make yourself scarce, I have a dinner to prepare.” She looked up at the wall clock, “Your folks will çankaya escort be here in a little under three hours and I have a shitload to do. As soon as the kids get back, I want you to be the bad guy and make sure that everything’s in order. Okay?” “Okay,” I agreed as I walked over and dropped the dirty cloth I was holding into the small basin at the sink. I raised one hand to turn on the tap and saw how grimy they were from the garden. As I washed and scrubbed, in my mind, I could see them cupping the full globes of her breasts, feeling her nipples rising to meet my thumbs, through the fabric of her blouse. “Come ON love,” she interrupted my reverie, “shift your arse! I have SO much to do! I need the kitchen to myself to get this pie made and in the oven.” I could hear that naughty giggle in her tone as I spun around, hands dripping and walked towards her, like Frankenstein’s monster, arms held in front of me, straight-legged gait and all, my penis was already tenting my trousers. “I know what I want for my birthday… Brainssssss!” She laughed and put out her floury hands in faux horror, squealing, “Noooo!” as I placed a hand on either side of her face, squishing her cheeks until she looked like the sexiest, most comical goldfish I’d ever seen. I pulled her close to me and kissed her, rubbing my wet thumbs on her pretty cheekbones, well aware that I was sure to be paying for it soon enough. Her lips opened against mine and I felt my cock twitch as the tip of her tongue slipped into my mouth. I moved my hands down her front and rus escort cupped those breasts, wet thumbs deftly coaxing her nipples to points, as I pressed her back against the kitchen units. She gasped as I expertly slipped my legs between hers and thrust my bulge against her crotch. “Oh my!” she breathed, “You monster, you have worked up an appetite, haven’t you?” I moved my mouth to her neck and gently bit the tendons there. “You fucking bet I have! I’m hungry,” I growled as my hands then slid down the backs of her thighs, lifting her ass up onto the counter top and starting to drop to my knees. “Oh god, STOP!” She gasped, pushing me away weakly as I firmly pulled her legs apart, revealing her panties. Ignoring her pleas, I cupped her mound with an open palm and my thumb began to stroke her cleft. It made my penis pulse to feel the way her moisture was already beginning to dampen the fabric. Even as her hand moved on top of mine, trying to pull it away, she gasped and threw her head back, “I don’t have time for this, honey, I have so much to do!” I looked her in the eye, pressed more firmly with my thumb, finding her stiffening clit and beginning to rub. I growled, “Time? Who are you kidding, you fucking want this, don’t you? You want my thick cock inside that hot little pussy of yours?” She wriggled, trying in vain to escape my eager fingers as they pushed her panties into her slit, unable to enter because of the taut cloth. “Tell me what you want, you saucy minx, tell me!” “Nooo!,” she tried to close her legs, but my hips were firmly eryaman escort between them, as my fingers curled, pulling her knickers to the side, making contact with her swollen pussy lips, rubbing and slipping as her cunt juice began to flow. I moved my face closer to hers, “Say it!” I ordered, looking into her eyes as I pushed with my wet fingers, opening her pussy. Two slid easily inside, hot and slick, and her body stiffened as she gasped, arching her back. “Nooo, we shouldn’t–” Her voice was cut off, surprised by the insertion of a third digit, opening her wider, thrusting, finger fucking, all the while my thumb jockeyed her swollen clit. Suddenly she was pulling my head down to her soft mound and clenching her ass cheeks to lift her pussy closer to my mouth. I could smell her arousal as I pulled my hand away and pressed my nose into her knickers and ran a fat, wet tongue along her cleft, my saliva wetting the cloth as her juices did the same. Fuck! She tasted so good, spicy, sweet, almost indescribable. I hooked my arms under her thighs, roughly pulling them over my shoulders, freeing my hands, allowing my fingers to push and press the cotton gusset into her slit as I rubbed it again. “You dirty fucking bastard!” she moaned. “I don’t have time for this, the kids will be home soon, I have so much to d–” Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled my hair, hard, my nose nuzzling her clit. I pulled the cloth to one side again and pulled my hand back, so that I could plunge my tongue into her hot opening, lapping and sucking her into my mouth. She was moaning and gasping as I began to eat her pussy, “Oh stop, stop! I can’t do this right now.” But her fingers had a death grip on my hair as she pulled my head down and thrust herself up to meet my mouth. It was too much, her ‘reluctance’ conflicting with her obvious enthusiasm.

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